Gath lifts the sword to block the strikes and the blades clash into it. There's a smear of red and Gath flexes his hand. "Just a little scrape." He swings again and tries to hit Aara with the flat of the blade.

"Tell her what?" Two sighs.

"Oh yes, you finally won me over, Duckling."

She shakes her head. "It's- I don't have the words, but I'll try to explain," she says, and drinks more.  "If we're friends, we'll be close, then you'll be like family. You already to Goddard. I don't have a good record with family. They leave or die or send me away.  I thought it'd be fine if I kept distant but I don't like it." She lays near need against his arm again. "That doesn't make sense."

"Thank you so much," Goddard says with a nod. "You've been so helpful. Come on love, let's go see what else we can find."

"I bet it was much nicer than the talk we just had. Seeing as how you're his favorite apparently," he chuckles.

"Yes, Duckling," she laughs, backing off a bit so he doesn't get spooked. "Baking."