She breathes in deep - no small part of her that worried, that perhaps he would take her blade, take her hope with it - and leave her with nothing else to show for it. What was said in the dark didn't always meant it would be followed through in the light. He had made her not quite sure of him. A play there, she can't let her own people know if she has doubts, she'd made up her mind regardless of whatever they had to say. But he sets her at ease and she relaxes again, letting out a deeply held breath as she forced her stiffness back out.

"God will not be able to find our remains, I'm afraid. The UC is fond of its obliteration." It's - not funny, but she smiles anyway. Definitely no pressure here. But it shockingly, prompts her guards to smile, in turn. People, under all that blank, mildly angry expressions. "But if I may, we prefer to offer something, on any kind of union, that is a gift in thanks for the event." It wasn't much, but it was what had been brought with them.