[ She does not feel obligated to save anyone. She never has — Julie did not ask to be summoned and she did not ask to become what she is. Those precious few that she does save are those who need her most, those who have been left truly broken and alone. She does not save for their offerings or their promises to do her bidding; she does not save as Crane does, for his own ego and malicious (if still cold and detached) whims.
Julie — Eksya — saves when she is needed most. No more, no less.
Her head tilts slightly, and there's a stitch between her brows. She sighs into her teacup. ]
I'm looking for something a bit more concrete. Not that I don't just love talking in circles with you, but I am pressed for time today.
[ She's not, save her own instinct that something is going terribly wrong, terribly quick. Crane is often more trouble than he is worth, but he is observant. In touch with the mortals. He would know if —
no subject
Julie — Eksya — saves when she is needed most. No more, no less.
Her head tilts slightly, and there's a stitch between her brows. She sighs into her teacup. ]
I'm looking for something a bit more concrete. Not that I don't just love talking in circles with you, but I am pressed for time today.
[ She's not, save her own instinct that something is going terribly wrong, terribly quick. Crane is often more trouble than he is worth, but he is observant. In touch with the mortals. He would know if —
Everything is fine. ]