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Ember felt her blood boil at his tone of voice and her look resting on him hardened, all lingering dreariness gone. Though language wasn't her best skill, the woman could feel mockary from fields away. House Strength was about the show of skill and how to find ways to spread their influence with said skills. Getting someone to fight you and then be the one to come out on top was the easiest way; and her people were known to answer fake calls against them.

Yet, this was not House Strength. Liefthous was one, if not her only, companion here at the Hall and she didn't want to hurt him in any way. That being said though...it was taking a fair deal out of her to keep herself in place where she sat. Ember had to fight down the growl that threatened to emerge from her throat at his lack of faith in her. It was hard to blame him though, she realized a bit too late, since he had never seen her fight or knew what she had done to accomplish her title.

The red-head couldn't keep the growl from lining her answer though. "I have lives to spare.", the woman told to him, voice tight and strained to be even.

"And I don’t?" He was curious of her way of thinking, but he keep giving sly comments. He knew he was angering her; it was clear in the way she spoke and the way she glared at him with every word. "Listen, Ember, in all honesty, I appreciate your.. care, though I fear I cannot notice your warnings. I have no care for my star-of-being, nearly dead or alive. And- if you wish- I will attempt to heal myself, or call upon the tavern to see if there, perhaps, is someone I know."

He hesitated, debating if he should apologize or not. Though, he continued speaking. "If there is an attack, I shall stand alongside whoever is fighting. No matter if it is you or a stranger." He shrugged with a stern expression. "No matter if I have a weapon or if I must battle with bare hands. No matter if I am begging for my last breath." His brows furrowed. "Either way, I will not hide nor run. It’s.. not the way our code works."

Ember was just barely taken back by his words, enough to pull her anger down a few levels. It was quite an odd feeling to be completely shot down and to be both frustrated as well as impressed by Liefthous. Her House followed her command without question, and the man has listened to her advice once since they met each other...then again, he had a strong will. She had a few mixed opinions on him- especially since he was being...him? "Liefthous should take care of himself in order to continue life.", the red-head rolled out, a different thought replacing anything else in her mind.

"Liefthous has many lives.", Ember 'questioned' him, leaning forward in her seat slightly. None of the other Houses had Leaders for a long time, so it was refreshing to find someone who had that ability too.

He let go of his angered yet stern expression, replacing it with a snort and a smile. "I don’t have multiple lives. I just refuse to let Death take me." He smirked with yet another shrug. "As for Life, I don’t seem to care enough to live it correctly." The thief was speaking of Death and Life as if they were people, though he didn’t seem to even keep note of the way he was speaking. He muttered in awe, the thought occurring to him. "It would be.. amazing if I somehow managed to have multiple lives-" His eyes lit up. "Like a mouser!"

A childish grin creased his lips as he snickered. "As for what I said earlier, I apologize for snapping or using an angered tone."

Ember leaned back, realizing what he had said before, feeling a little disappointed. "Apology not in need.", she automatically corrected him, getting used to his continuous apologies for no real reason. Though as weird as it was, he shouldn't need to The red-head had picked up on a different way of speaking on how he addressed dying and living, but she was too uncertain to point it out to him.

Ember flickered her grey orbs from the ground to Liefthous, not entirely sure where to go from there. He didn't have the same ability as her and, from the sound of it, he wanted to. Would...would he be hurt if he knew? Was it worth telling him?

With a small clearing of her throat, she inquired what the man said before. "A...meowser is that of one with many lives."

He nodded. "At least, that’s what the Stars-" He pauses. Would she know who they were? Would he be taken as insane for speaking to the Stars? He cleared his throat and began the sentence, still as if he were a child telling stories. "The.. ancestors.. told us. Perhaps it was a story, but these mousers are s’pposedly cursed if their fur was black, like the darkness. They had fangs, and their eyes were said to glow much like the Moon’s if they were ever casting said cursed magicks." He blinked, his ears perking. "Mousers were told to be terrifying creatures, though some were trusted by many witches." With a shake of his head, he added. "Our ancestors said the mousers were never to be trusted, for they could take shape of a human at any given moment."

He drew a breath. "Despite being seen by many, I don’t know if they’re real myself. A nine lives, shapeshifting, trained-in-magicks folk? It doesn’t sound.. real." He shrugged. "Though, I didn’t think many things were real until I saw them, I must admit."

Brows pinched, he thought for a moment. Had the Stars- his ancestors- fed him lies? Would they break the code? He brushed it off quickly, realizing he had broken many laws of the code of their people. On the other hand, the Stars were the ones who had made the laws.

Confused, he brought his focus back with a bright smile.

Ember followed along with his explanation, questioning if such beings really existed. They didn't sound to be anything she knew of, but he wasn't lying she didn't think. It was too detailed to be a lie. Though she was confused about...

"Meowsers trusted many of which and what.", the red-head mumbled out. She stood up for a moment to stretch her legs and pop her spine, not used to staying still for so long. Sitting back down, the woman criss-crossed her legs on top of the seat, deciding to practice some balance. Once she stilled, Ember looked back to the man and unexpectedly let out one of his laughs.

Hands fumbled with themselves for a while though, out of slight nervousness. The multiple lives was still on her mind and, she knew, that eventually he'd find out. It was somewhat dangerous here and a well-timed surprise attack would take her. Liefthous would find out then yet...it seemed rude to leave it for her to die and then the man would figure her ability.

Lief opened his mouth to say something, though he realized she had fallen silent. Had he rambled too much? He debated apologizing, though he watched her stand and reposition herself as he decided to say nothing at the moment. Besides, he understood he had apologized too much. The Hellion stretched, bringing one arm over his head while it grabbed his other, which was also raised. He brought them down quickly, driving his elbows back to roll his shoulders.

Lief glimpsed at the woman, lifting his brow slightly. "What are you thinking?" He hesitated, but corrected himself nonetheless. "I’m sorry- That’s not the common question here, is it?" Clearing his throat, he seemed to restart his sentence for the thousandth time that evening. "Are you alright?"

Exiting a small tunnel covered in slightly glowing rocks, Geth floated to a position around three feet off the floor and looked around. "Hm... it appears i've finally made it." He said, his voice rather emotionless, but with a tinge of joy. "Finally, a wealth of knowledge, hopefully with other seekers of it such as myself." He said before starting to float in a random direction, searching for either sentient creatures or books, as either would provide him with some knowledge.

Ember blinked in mild confusion at his second attempted question, glancing over his own stretching, and thought back to just before. She didn't remember saying anything that would show as if she were not okay. The stretching might be a sign of aching but he did it as well, so it didn't make too much sense to ask her about the same thing he was doing. Regardless, she answered the best she could understand.

"I am okay. Tired and-", Ember cut herself off before she could say 'conflict' and tried to pull it off with a forced yawn, covering it with a hand. Then continued, "-and tired.", the red-head filled in quickly but clumsily.

Lief glossed over her fumbling over her words, though he noticed it. The thief felt a pang of guilt ring through hm, for he was the one who had bothered her while she attempted to rest. With a click of his tongue, he told himself not to apologize, since he already had a million times, though it didn't make the guilt fade. He rolled his eyes with a guileful smirk, knowing the yawn was slightly forced, but the male didn't mention anything of it. He focused on her for a moment, seeming as if he was studying something. Clearing his throat, he quickly moved his gaze and peered at the ceiling.

He had nothing to say at the moment, though he had many questions. Hadn't he always had one question or two? No matter the conversation, he always seemed to find something to ask. However, he fell silent.

Aleron glanced over his shoulder every once in awhile after seeing Lief's reaction. He chuckled to himself softly, wondering if the male knew he would be fine as long as he chose the correct words. He rose from the table with a smile, excusing himself as he made his way to the bar once again. Swiping a bottle of beer, he sipped it and waved to the thief. He wouldn't approach the two now, seeing as they were in conversation, but he waited for a chance to speak with his old friend. Perhaps he could figure out the reason he was here, of all places. It wasn't the brightest place to run to, especially with three guards approaching the area. And what was he doing at the moment? Making friends? Aleron pondered, slightly bewildered. What was he planning to do? He didn't act as if anything were wrong, though he should know otherwise. The knight scoffed, taking another drink of his beverage.

Ember shifted in her seat, not sure on how to react to the man's quietness and look towards her, and shifting her own eyes elsewhere to avoid it a bit more. It made her stomach tighten with worry but she pushed it away with a quick breath in and out. She was caught not telling the truth. Perhaps he was angry at her for it. House Above, she couldn't remember the last time she had tried to alter the truth in any way before. Was it cowardice? Was this what it was like to be a coward?

The thought shook her core and the woman almost turned around to belt it out to him, but caught her sense last second- only flinching towards Liefthous. Ember was not a coward; she's proved it more times than people who lived in all the Houses combined in the past. Yet...

The red-head placed her arms on the table in front of her, clasping her hands together gently, and just stared at them. Doubt, confidence, doubt, confidence...she should not be this conflicted over it. This wasn't her House. This wasn't her House. The people here shouldn't care for what she can or cannot do. Liefthous shouldn't care for it either. If he didn't care for it then...what? She narrowed her eyes and let out a light kiss of her teeth.

If he didn't care then she had nothing to worry about. There was no way to prove he didn't care though, which was a tiny problem. No way to tell if he did either besides what he said previous about wanting multiple lives.

Dullness placed themselves over her orbs. Thinking is hard.

Mind-tricks.

The word brought a smile to his face, though he covered it with a blank expression rather quickly. He thought he owned the skill of manipulating, but he hadn't expected it to have an outcome. Even if it wasn't the outcome he was expecting, he could tell she was internally debating a thought. Instead of just asking straightforwardly, he kept the silence for longer than he wanted to. Biting his bottom lip, his brows furrowed as he placed a hand over his mouth.

A swift movement caught his attention, and he turned to see Aleron.. waving? He awkwardly returned the wave, thinking he must've been planning something foolish. He snarled underneath his breath, sending a glare at the man. With a small, irritated huff, he turned back while sending a glimpse at Ember. He couldn't help but laugh quietly before returning his focus to the ceiling. The Hellion was question why the knight had greeted him with a wave. They very clearly saw each one another moments before, so why greet one another in front of others?

He sighed silently, managing to keep a slight grin.

Ember didn't even register the movement next to her and kept herself forward, tapping her fingers occasionally on the table, shifting to straighten her slightly slouched back. Just to give her some momentum she used the back of her hand to rub her forehead quickly, beginning to become a little anxious with the situation she threw herself in. It wasn't that hard to tell him. If all else fails, she'd just leave. An act of mercy if he chose a violent path to her statement. Not cowardice, but mercy.

A kind soul she was.

After another moment and a sip of a cup of drink later, the woman turned to face the man. Hesitance was pulling her back, but Ember managed to get the first word out. "Liefthous.", a sigh out. "Liefthous is in need of knowledge.", the red-head got out with tight weariness on her.

It worked.

It worked?

Lief drew his full attention back to her, raising an eyebrow. He understood she was hiding something, but he wasn't expecting her to tell him. "Knowledge?" He joked with a tilt of his head. "I clearly know I'm not the smartest, but must you point it out?" His brows furrowed and his eyes flickered with concern, but the least he could do was attempt to lighten the shifting mood. He swallowed and ran his fingers through his tousled hair. "You're being serious- Apologies. I'll shut up."

He nodded once, biting his lip. He turned to face her, guessing that it would become awkward if he were to only turn his head to speak. The Hellion had a million questions racing through his mind, but he had just promised to keep his trap from running. He felt guilty for using the mind trickery, but she was hiding something, and it was obvious. But why would she hide something from him? He paused. Why did he suddenly care? They had only met today, and why should he know everything? Hadn't he kept something from her as well? And he couldn't say he still wasn't. With a exhale, he tried thinking clearly for a moment, slowing down to think over each question he wished to ask, but didn't.

Ember wanted to roll her eyes but refrained from doing so. Another apology, though she didn't acknowledge it this time. The woman took a couple of seconds to think through how to say it before trying. Simple and quick always seemed to work. "I am one of which has many lives. By spare lives, that is what I meant previous.", the red-head stated evenly, a single glance cast aside for a short while before returning to him.

She was not a coward. It took no effort- physical effort- to tell Liefthous about it. It was going to be...interesting on how he reacts though. Ember was hoping he wouldn't be mad in any way and thought of his leg wound, purposing trying to keep her eyes off the area. The man wouldn't put- no, if he wanted to attack, he would. He said not long ago about how he didn't care for life.

Regardless, she wouldn't hurt him. He was keen, but acted not so, and he wouldn't be put off by the information. Let alone try to harm her. Play a joke and laugh it off. A question or two. She felt herself twitch. It's fine.

His eye widened slightly, yet he wasn't as surprised as he seemed. "You.." He raised his eyebrow once again, a smile plastering across his face with each word. "You acted as if it were.. What's the word..?" He clicked his tongue, which seemed like a often habit of his. "As if you were apprehensive. I s'ppose that's a good term to use? Nevertheless, may I question what made you so anxious to tell me?"

He looked over her. If he were to be honest, he would've never guessed she had the ability. Of course, he had the habit of making judgements of people without speaking with them, and, most of the time, he was wrong. But this he would've never even thought of. The information of a person having multiple lives was newfangled to him, but he guessed it wasn't so different from a mouser. He drew a breath, whispering the word, "Mouser.". If Ember had multiple lives.. and a mouser did as well.. did that mean..?

Panic trickled along his spine as he recalled the tale of mouser's shifting into humans at will. As long as he brought no harm to her, maybe she wouldn't attack. He hoped he was right, and the stories he had heard weren't as troublesome as they seemed.

Ember immediately felt relief and flopped half herself onto the table, sighing with the same emotion. Then remembering what he said before about being on them, she sat up quickly, brushing her arms off. Taking some time to collect thoughts, she answered him. "I was in worry of Liefthous being in anger at shared knowledge. Many in House Strength kill to be in positions of such.", the red-head explained as best she could without wanting to offend him by calling him a potential murderer.

The woman felt a lot calmer now, and felt lax again after some time of tension between them. Ember slowly realized that she hadn't made her House sound very pleasant, but she didn't mind too much. It wasn't the best yet it was all she knew and it turned her to who she was now, and she was glad to be that.

The Hellion didn't seem to notice the accidental offending of her words, let alone anything she said at the moment. Swallowing, he nodded slowly as if he were paying attention. "Question.." He seemed to mumble in attempt not to allow his voice to crack. "Mouser..?" He was only able to get the one word to roll off his lips, seeming to lose his focus for a moment. His ears were perked, and though he didn't have anything to defend himself with if she were to attack, he would like to believe he did. The silver lining around his pupil seemed to lighten as the alarm glistened in his eye. He wasn't afraid of a mouser itself, just of what it could potentially do. The Stars had warned him about such curses placed by a mouser, and none of them ended well for anyone.

Despite telling himself she wasn't a mouser of any sorts, he couldn't bring himself to believe it. He was internally debating what to do in his mind, and he obviously couldn't turn to ask the Stars for advice, so his mind went blank of ideas. The male didn't understand what he feared exactly. If she were to attack, wouldn't she have done it by now? Or as he was at his weakest? The thief struggled to understand himself, let alone the idea of a potential mouser speaking to him.