Marth looked, bewildered, as Myter's demeanour changed. As a military officer, he wasn't used to so much insolence in such a short span of time, let alone this form of verbal abuse. With each new affront to his person, and each slight on Dalanesca's honour, Marth's expression darkened. He was just about to act on his anger when Dalanesca finally stepped in, demanding that Myter cease his talking. Marth glared at the man, but was prepared to let him leave peacefully, until he mumbled something. All at once, Marth's eyes turned to slits, and his hand shot out and grabbed Myter by the collar. "You will show some respect to the lady of the Blinded Scales, tavernkeep!" Marth then proceeded to swing his arm in a wide arc, flinging the man across the room to the other side of the tower, where he crashed into a stack of books with a loud thud.

Something was different about his change this time around. The slits Marth's eyes had turned into were not demonic - instead, they looked like shadowed chasms in orbs of lava, his gaze fire. This was in stark contrast to the rings of blood on a pitch black background that was usually the case where he snapped, and his voice as well changed differently. As opposed to when Reaver took hold, and his voice would grow higher in pitch, his voice became more barytone, deeper and more rumbling. "Dalanesca might be a friend to you, but do not presume to challenge her honour or her authority in her own divine realm," he said, taking a few calculated strides towards the tavernkeep. Myter managed to get up from his crumpled position, and held out his hand in a 'stop' fashion. "I'm sorry!" he said, and Marth's expression softened.

"I don't know what came over me," Myter continued. "I've been a right mess lately, sir, hoppin' 'tween happy an' morose for weeks. I came 'ere 'cause I 'eard there was a new god, a god of balance and that," he said, looking both terrified and remorseful. He took a few steps back, his voice quivering. "I promise, sir, I meant nothin' by it! I need 'elp…"

marth looked back at Dalanesca, his eyebrow perked. His eyes returned to normal, as did his voice. He looked back at Myter, his expression now composed. He did a lot for her. He ought to get a second chance. "Hrm. It would seem Malum had a deeper effect on you than it does others. I suggest we move to the Grey Square, or perhaps the Courthouse, so the two halves of the Blinded Scales won't influence you any further." He looked back at Dalanesca, with a saddened smile. "What do you think? If nothing else, he deserves the chance to speak without the realm unhinging his thoughts - don't you agree?"

When Marth grabbed Myter, sending him flying across the room, Dalanesca leapt to her feet.  “Stop it!” she yelled, though it seemed that her words went unheard by Marth.  He had undergone a change again, though this one was unlike any that she had seen him undergo in the past.  He seemed much more in control, and his voice was something different, too.  Backing away, she kept her distance from the pair, confusion and anger mixing together into a strange wave of emotions that she had not felt before.

As the events unfolded before her, her emotions began to spike even further, and she could feel whatever power had been granted to her by her divinity beginning to stir.  Ignoring the sensation, she kept her eyes fixed on both Marth and Myter, preparing herself to jump in - though it seemed unnecessary when Myter raised his hands in a sign of yield.

She relaxed slightly when she saw the change on Marth’s face, though she still felt overly tense - off, somehow.  As Myter began to explain how he had not felt quite right as of late, how he was shifting from one extreme to another, and Dalanesca began to feel blame.  She began to feel as though it was her fault that Myter had been unstable.  She could feel tears welling in her eyes, fighting back the urge to break down as she blamed herself for the trouble that had befallen her friend.  She was the Goddess of Balance, and she was to keep everything perfectly maintained… and she had failed Myter.

Marth looked at her, his eyes and voice returning back to their previous state.  When he looked away again, Dalanesca felt a tear slide down her cheek, losing the battle with her emotions.  She was grateful that Marth seemed to be focusing on Myter more than her at the moment, and she furiously wiped at her eyes.  Of course, she failed at completely hiding her sadness, forcing a smile to meet Marth’s when he looked back at her.  ‘Courthouse is fine,” she said, quietly, her eyes red and a bit watery.  

Without the realm unhinging his thoughts.  Marth’s words echoed in her mind, and she turned to leave the Two Faced Tower, intent on heading back to the Courthouse without Marth - or Myter - seeing the emotions on her face.  She assumed the two would follow her, so she did not look back as she exited the room.  

The feeling in her stomach she had felt earlier, when she had begun feeling upset, had returned, now that she was no longer fighting to ignore it.  She glanced down at her hands, and she could see something - dark, misty shadows - beginning to resonate off of her palms.  Quickly, she rubbed her palms at her legs, pulling them back only to see that they substance - whatever it was - had not gone away.  It was at this moment that she realized her emotions were forcing the magic she was now capable out, and she needed to figure out a way to cap it.  When Marth and Myter had exited behind her, she folded her arms across her chest, palms flat against her arms so that the darkness on her hands was not visible.  “Shall I call for lunch to be served to us?” she said, her voice wavering slightly as she addressed Marth.

Marth led a somewhat bruised Myter out of the tower, and ensured he kept walking on the Sanctus side of the realm until the trio reached the Grey Quarter. While Wyter was too busy hurting and groaning, marth noticed something in Dalanesca's eyes - and immediately felt a wave of guilt wash over him. Damn you, Coralax, don't go ahead and take such action on your own, he thought, quietly pacing behind Dalanesca, mulling over what to do to remedy the situation. Then, he felt something - a tingle of sorts - coming from Dalanesca's direction. Marth didn't recognize the aura as something magickal per se - it wasn't any form of arcane art he was familiar with - but he did recognize the feeling. It was the same kind of tingle he'd felt every time he stepped into Malum.

Calculations and reasoning was racing side by side with worry, concern, and despair in Marth's mind. Under no circumstances did he want to see Dalanesca brought down, but at the same time, he had a difficult time putting his finger on what could have caused Dalanesca to grow so disturbed over what was, in all fairness, a trivial matter compared to what they'd gone through before. He absentmindedly responded that yes, food was a good idea, and kept on thinking almost until they reached the Grey Quarter before the obvious answer finally presented itself. This is new to her, too, he finally managed to recognize. He gestured for a Magister, and quickly gave instructions to provide Myter with a room somewhere in the Courthouse, and went up to Dalanesca.

His steps were tentative, but his mind had the scenario mapped out. Best thing I can do now is offer her what she has offered me all along - some stability. Tools to deal with her situation. He gently placed a hand on her shoulder and gave it a gentle squeeze, and spoke softly - caringly - letting his voice tell her he was there for her, while his words were laced with reason and logic. "Deep breaths. Steady your pulse." His other hand touched her other shoulder, and he began giving them a massage, in an effort to make Dalanesca's mind focus on what was without, as opposed to within. "Magick is released through mental tension. Let go that tension, let your eyes trail along the features around you, drink in every sensation." He leant in and kissed the back of Dalanesca's head, his hands still rubbing her shoulders. "Focus on letting the world into your mind, as opposed to unleashing your mind on the world." The back of his palms began dancing with fire, letting heat shoot up to warm Dalanesca's face - all to give her sensory stimuli to balance her mind. "And remember, that you are in control. You are in control of your abilities like you are in control of your daggers. Here, now, there are no enemies to fight. Let your powers be sheathed, or dropped harmlessly to the ground. Hold it within, or release it with no intent to harm." His hands slid down from Dalanesca's shoulders, down her sides, and across her hips, until Marth finally embraced her and held his hands over her stomach. "Breathe. Steady. You are in total… control."

Marth stood there, holding around Dalanesca, just hoping that he'd be able to help her. Without letting Dalanesca know, he also braced his magickal shield at his front - on the off chance that his lessons wouldn't work.

Feeling Marth’s hands on her shoulders, she briefly panicked - he knew something was wrong, and she couldn’t hide it.  The dark magic blossoming from her palms cascaded outwards, now at a point where she could no longer hide it.  Fortunately, Myter had gone off with one of the Magisters that Marth had summoned, and was not there to witness her loss of control.  

“I can’t,” she whispered weakly as Marth told her to breathe, and to steady her heart rate.  She felt at a loss - her body seemed foreign to her, and the actions it was making were out of her control.  For a brief moment, she found herself able to focus on Marth’s hands, his touch bringing a sense of calm to her - but that was fleeting, gone within moments.  

Dalanesca could hear Marth’s words, but still the magic escaped her palms.  A black mist now veiled the ground around the two, swirling around their feet.  The flow of the magic was beginning to slow, and at least seemed to not do any harm - but it still terrified her.  She looked around at the ground, panicking at the sight.  She felt Marth’s lips brush against the back of her head, a sense of calm beginning to surface.  The heat from his hands grounded her, and she could feel tears welling up in her eyes once more.  The sensation of the heat coupled with Marth’s hands sliding from her shoulders down to her stomach seemed to be working, as she heeded his words - paying attention to everything in her surroundings other than the black mist.  

A few moments later, the darkness had stopped emitting from her palms, the black mist on the ground only lingering.  A sob wracked her body.  “What is wrong with me,” she whispered, coupled with another sob.  Her legs lost their sturdiness and she crumpled, allowing her weight to be caught by Marth.  “I can’t control this.  How do I do this?” she asked, though she knew he could not offer the answers she needed, but only help her to find them herself.  

Tears streamed from her eyes and she wrapped her arms around one of Marth’s arms, as though she were clinging onto him for safety.  For a brief moment, she felt utterly pathetic - what sort of goddess couldn’t control her own magic?  She looked around, noticing that the black mist that she had created was nearly gone, and found herself wondering exactly what it was that her magic had been trying to accomplish. 

With tired eyes, she looked at Marth - probably looking more vulnerable than he had ever seen her.  “I felt like it was my fault - my fault that Myter couldn’t stay from the extreme of either side,” she said, in reference to why she had gotten upset.  “I’ve never felt so guilty in my life… is it my fault?  Am I to blame for all of it?” she asked, hoping that Marth would have the answers - though she knew he wouldn’t.

Marth witnessed the dark mist descend from Dalanesca's palms, but paid the cascading darkness no heed. It didn't seem to be harmful, so Marth's focus was on Dalanesca, who seemed prone to buckle under the weight of her newfound powers, and the stress from the resulting responsibilities. I can scarce imagine how weighty this must be. It falls to me, her foremost servant, to carry what can be carried of that burden, by mortal men anyways. And so he stood there, simply being present, until Dalanesca regained some measure of control. It took a few moments, but she finally stopped emitting the shadowy mist from her palms.

After a short while, Marth felt the convulsions that accompanied sobbing. As Dalanesca began to buckle, Marth took more of her weight, eventually getting to the point where he was almost carrying her. "Nothing is wrong with you. You're not a caster, so your mind needs time to adjust." He held her close, his voice heavy with experience and gravity. "You will learn to control it, the moment you learn what is really happening. Meditation, and practise, will be your most powerful tools." Marth had only a medium level of confidence in his own words - he couldn't be sure, of course, that the magic he'd witnessed was anything like regular magic - but he did believe his words to hold some merit, even when pitted against divine powers.

Marth was cradling Dalanesca's head when she looked up at him with her plea of guilt. Marth listened, as was his duty as her servant, friend, and more-than-friend (Have to figure out where we stand on that issue, he thought), and hugged her close when she was done, sighing deeply, his mind momentarily lost in thought.

"The fall of the gods in Pravpora was brought about by mortals, who tore down their source of power and brought them down in a great inferno." His voice was distant, his mind tracing his knowledge of the past to uncover some shred of wisdom to help Dalanesca regain control. "As they fell, the curse of the gods damned the souls of the warriors who had brought them to heel, trapping them for eternity in the swamp that once was the battlefield." His mind was racing now, trying to pick up the thread Marth so desperately needed - looking for a lifeline, however thin, to throw to Dalanesca. "With their power came ruination and despair, powerful enough to affect the continent through the annals of history." Marth took a deep breath, hoping he was on the right trail. "That was the choice of the gods, a retaliation for the actions of mortals. The gods could have spared them, but didn't." Marth held Dalanesca even tighter - an unconcious act, borne of love, but perhaps also borne of a need to lend his voice some gravitas. "The mortals, too, had this choice - the choice to bring down the gods. For they knew the gods did not hold all power. Great power, certainly, but not all of it."

Marth gently let go of Dalanesca, hoping that she'd have the presence of mind to remain standing as he finished his tale. "You do not have all power, Dalanesca, and that, I think, is something any wise person would be grateful for. For it is not all your responsibility - failure, or inability to act, cannot always be laid at your door. Not all that can be helped, can be helped by you - or your subordinates." He looked Dalanesca in the eye with a sad smile. "But now you are equipped with knowledge of Myter's plea, and thus with the ability to do something about it. If you lose yourself in what was not done yesterday, you'll lose sight of what can be done today. And in doing so, you doom yourself to repeat the failure tomorrow."

After finishing his speech, Marth held his hand gently under Dalanesca's chin, and leant in to give her a kiss. Afterward, he looked her in the eyes again, his smile more optimistic. "So, let's not dwell on it. I think it'd be much better if we stepped up and got shit done." His smile turned into a grin, as Marth felt pretty good about his own motivational speech.

Dalanesca relished in the feeling Marth holding her close gave her, welcoming the distraction from the events that had just unfolded.  She listened carefully to the words he spoke, focusing on each syllable in an attempt to calm herself down.  Eventually, the more she focused on what Marth was saying to her, the more she was able to calm down, the sobs ceasing to wrack her frame, and the tears slowing from her eyes.  At last, when she had mostly calmed, she regained her footing, though remained standing very close to Marth.  

Dalanesca solemnly nodded in agreement with Marth.  “I know that.  I really do.  I just… I suppose I have not quite figured out how to grasp the entirety of my existence yet,” she said, and let out a small laugh.  “It’s a part of human nature, I suppose, wanting to help everyone,” she said, the tone of her words giving way of how important her humanity was to her.  “I’ll be able to help him,” she said, in reference to Myter.  “I know I will.  I just have to figure out how.”  She sighed.  “Nothing left to do but to fix what’s already been done, right?” she asked, smiling weakly.

Her eyes met Marth’s as he grasped her chin, though she closed them as his lips brushed against her own again. He was looking at her when she opened them once more, chuckling at his chosen words.  “Get shit done,” she repeated, smiling in a much stronger sense than she previously had been.  “Sounds like a plan,” she said, with a laugh.  “Though, I must admit, that vernacular was quite unexpected from you,” she said, quirking an eyebrow at him.  “But unexpected is good,” she added.

A moment of silence passed before she spoke again.  She assumed that Marth had sent Myter back to the Courthouse, as she recalled him quickly getting a Magister to escort him when things had begun to go south.  “I need to figure out exactly what to do for Myter,” she added.  “I need to get into his head somehow,” she said, quite clearly meaning such in a metaphorical sense.  “I’ve got the ability to do things I’m not even aware of, there’s got to be a way,” she added.  

Dalanesca fell into step towards the Courthouse, assuming that Marth would follow her.  She took this as the perfect opportunity to ask him a question that had been in her mind since the Magister had inappropriately introduced the pair at the orientation for the new faithful.  “Marth,” she said, his name rolling softly off of her tongue.  She paused in her gait and turned to face him.  “What is this?” she asked, knowing full well that he would understand the question, but offering more insight regardless.   Her face reddened a bit, as she realized that she may have sounded as though she was asking out of offense.  “What I mean to say is… where is this going with us?” she asked.  “I know that this is new, but you are my Redeemer and Destroyer.  Unfortunately, people of our status do not have the liberty to take their time and see what things become, to an extent… what is the end game in this?”  She looked at him one more, the adoration for him in her eyes coupled with a bit of worry. 

She sighed, looking away for a moment, continuing to speak before he could have a chance to respond, unless he interrupted her.  “I feel very strongly for you,” she said, frankly.  “I feel more strongly for you than I can recall feeling for anyone.  I do not know if it is due to the bond that has been created between us by the realm, or if it is its own, pure thing.  What I do know is that I enjoy the way that I feel about you, and I want that feeling to continue,” she said, smiling sheepishly.  “However, if this is something with less meaning to you… I would rather know that now before allowing myself to fall any further….” she trailed off, rethinking her words.  “Before becoming any more attached to you,” she rephrased, a hint of sadness in the words.  “I don’t need a definition, I suppose… I just need to know whether or not we are on the same page.”  She grew quiet, awaiting Marth’s reply to her words.

Marth simply nodded as Dalanesca seemed to regain her bearings. He let her speak, thinking it was better if he simply let her lead the conversation and pick up her own train of thought. After a while, he simply gave a generally agreeing comment. "Work the problem until it resolves," he said, with a nod. He then followed as Dalanesca began walking toward the courthouse.

Marth was taken a little by surprise as Dalanesca addressed her concern about the relationship. What took him even more aback was the length and depth of Dalanesca's monologue, showing that she's clearly had the issue in the back of her head for some time. He was, however, glad that she brought the issue up - he did, after all, want to get a few things clear himself. He began smiling towards the end of Dalanesca's speech, satisfied with her explanation of how she perceived things - for it was much the same as he felt himself.

Marth took a moment to think, before he decided to simply say what was on his mind - a form of straightforward honesty he was typically too formal or careful to exercise. "You know, for a goddess of balance, you have an appalling understanding of the, shall I say 'balance' between us." He looked at her and smiled - there was no cheek in his smile, simply warmth. "Suffice it to say that the road we've set upon is one I hope will be a long and smooth one," he began, before smirking mischievously. "Though I suppose some… 'rough' terrain might do us good, from time to time." He cast her another glance, beginning to weigh his words more heavily again. "What I mean to say, is… The feeling is mutual. I must admit I am quite infatuated with you, but beyond that, I also care deeply for you." He began walking a little closer to Dalanesca, finally grabbing her hand in his own. "So feel free to grow more attached."

As the two approached the courthouse, Marth thought for a moment. "With these words in mind… There is a decision to make," he said. He stopped, and looked at Dalanesca with a serious, yet relaxed expression. "We are on the same page, I think. I want to go deeper, and I think you do as well," he started, picking his words carefully. "And that, in itself, requires dedication. Now, for the sake of this domain and its adherents… Shall we be open about that dedication, or keep it out of the proverbial public eye?" His mind got busy doing calculations, and Marth began explaining his perceived pros and cons of either approach. "On the one hand, your apotheosis was recent, so I doubt many will raise eyebrows about a recently mortal woman having a… lover, boy friend, husband, or similar. As such, I doubt it would have significant long-term impact - and if the bond lasts - which I hope it will - little will change." He cocked his head and looked into the air as he addressed the other option. "On the other hand, keeping platonic in public should afford us more privacy, giving us greater flexibility to work out our relationship as we please, however inconvenient it may be," he said, before looking back at Dalanesca.

"Either way works with me - I'll leave this up to you. But if we do not commit either way now, we might find ourselves in an uncomfortable position later on. So I suggest you come to a conclusion." he held up a hand in a calming manner, realizing his phrasing might have been a bit direct. "Not now, necessarily, but soon. Preferably before the Magisters have time to make up ideas of their own," he said, "Which I think is no more than a few days away."

Dalanesca laughed uneasily at Marth as he mentioned his being appalled at her lack of understanding.  “I don’t trust easily, Marth,” she explained.  “I’ve been wronged a time or two in my life and I am not quick to relax my heart to welcome anyone in, hence the precautions I am taking in speaking to you about this now rather than waiting until a more serious reason to discuss it arises,” she said.  She gave him a smile, so as to show she was most certainly not upset.  When he grasped her hand in his, she instinctively laced her fingers with his own.  A sense of relief washed over her, and she felt much more at ease knowing that her feelings for Marth were not unrequited.  “I don’t think I will have any difficulty becoming more attached to you,” she added.

She listened when Marth began to speak again, her mind processing the words as he spoke them.  She contemplated his suggestions for a moment.  The thought of having their privacy kept was appealing to her - but of course, she did not want to feel the pressure of only being able to express her true feelings to Marth when they were alone.  Each came with a long list of pros and a long list of cons, and it seemed that Marth had now left the ball in her court to decide which path they would follow.  “It seems like it should be such a simple thing to figure out,” she said, and frustration was clear in her voice.  “I don’t want to hide what we have,” she said, though it was clear that this was not necessarily her decision.  “But I also don’t want what we have to be ruined by people’s inability to keep their nose out of places it doesn’t belong,” she added.  She sighed, and grew silent for a moment.  She tried to search Marth’s words for a hint as to which of the two options he would favor, but she could find no such thing.  

After a brief silence, she spoke up again.  “Subtlety be damned,” she said, brusquely, and looked at Marth.  “We’ll have as much privacy as I want us to have, as this is my realm and my subjects will adhere to my will,” she said, her voice a bit more powerful than it had been.  “I’ll not hide how I feel about you when in the public eye because a few dumb twits can’t keep their mouths shut,” she added.  “So, unless you take issue with it, our course of action will be not to hide our relationship, but to embrace it.  I will, however, hold a personal council with the Magisters myself - directly with me - and I will let them know exactly what will happen to them if they speak out of turn about us,” she added, her gaze darkening a bit.  It seemed as though she had come to a quick realization of her power, brought on by the thought of someone meddling with her and Marth’s affairs.  

“Save your choice for it to be so, I can see nothing that will break this bond,” she said, her gaze softening and filling with a bit of emotion.  She paused again, taking a deep breath.  She had stopped walking, and placed a hand on the side of Marth’s face.  “You are the Redeemer and Destroyer - my Redeemer and Destroyer,” she said, repeating herself from earlier, with a proud smile on her face.  “I will not hide the way I feel about you,” she said, matter of factly.  She stood up on tip-toe, pressing her lips against his in an affectionate kiss.  She let her body linger against his for a moment, before lowering her hand and pulling away from him.  

Assuming Marth accepted this, she began towards the Courthouse again.  “I suppose we need to attend to Myter,” she said.  “Have we a place for him in the clergy, once we get his mind sorted out?” she asked, looking to Marth for advice.  “Think of this as the first of many matters of which I will need your advisement on,” she said, with a sly grin, looking to her companion for answers.

Marth nodded at Dalanesca's decision to be open about their relationship. "I figured you'd say that," he said, smiling. "You're beginning to trylu speak like a godess," he continued, as Dalanesca showed a resolution to excercise her authority. In truth, he was relieved, for he didn't really relish the idea of keeping the relationship a secret - his desire to express his feelings aside, it would have been a logistical nightmare of epic proportions, possibly complicating even the simplest matters, such as meeting times and meal services. He knew this because there had been many a love scandal in Wyllmochvar's political scene when he'd been a part of it, the juiciest being between educated magi in high-ranking positions fraternizing with baseborn labourers, merchants, and footpads.

After words and kisses had been exchanged, Marth followed Dalanesca to the Courthouse, happy that the affairs of emotion were more or less dealt with. However, the question about Myter remained. Marth thought about the issue, weighing the different angles as he was wont to do, before giving his response. "There is a place in the clergy for Myter, surely," he began, his face betraying his reservations. "If he should truly desire to. I do not feel like I have the right to deny him, should this be the case." He opened his mouth to continue, but hesitated. After a brief moment, his expression hardened a little, as Marth provided the potentially uncomfortable conclusion. "However, I doubt it's in any concerned party's best interest," he said, frowning. "His closeness to you means he'd probably feel a bit betrayed if he was not given a position of trust, but he's not the kind of man, I think, who'd be suitable for such a position." He took a deep breath before elaborating. "He's an uneducated man, unlike me, who has lived his life on the sidelines, serving and listening. teaching him the skills necessary to serve would be difficult, as well, considering his age. I therefore doubt he has the intellectual or psychological faculties necessary to justify the kind of position both he and you would likely be inclined to put him in."

Marth thought for another moment before continuing. "I think the best course of action is to help him regain his balance as best we can, and explain to him that he'd probably be better off continuing his career as a tavernkeep. perhaps by tasking him with the recruitment of likely travellers to your clergy, he'd feel a stronger sense of purpose in life." After a moment, he nodded to himself, confident in his idea. "I do believe that would serve him, you, and this realm best. As a tavernkeep, he'd likely be a good judge of character at any rate - once his temper has been tempered." Marth gave a little chuckle at his own little rhyme. "As your Redeemer and Destroyer, that is my advice. Should you and Myter agree to something else, however, I will of course endeavour to comply." He gave a smile and respectful nod, showing that it was indeed the Redeemer and Destroyer, not the lover, who counseled Dalanesca.

Dalanesca listened intently to Marth with a furrowed brow as he explained the pros and cons - the cons far outweighing the pros - of Myter becoming a member of her clergy.  She had not thought of it in the sense that Marth presented it, but it actually made sense to her.  “I see what you are saying,” she said, her brow furrowing more intensely.  She resigned to accept what Marth said, his words holding much weight with her.  “I am sure he would understand,” she added.  “He’s not the smartest man I’ve known, but he’s got some common sense.  Once we get his mind straightened, I’m sure he will be more than pleased to be of assistance to us in any way possible, even if it is just by sending those who seem balanced of character to us,” she said.  

She could not contain the smile that spread across her lips when Marth referred to himself as her Redeemer and Destroyer.  She knew it to be so, but hearing him refer to himself as something that was her’s only impressed that feeling upon her further.  And although Marth did refer to himself as such, she could sense that the advice he had given her was truly born from an advisement standpoint - not from a romantic viewpoint.  “I appreciate your honesty, Marth,” she said, as the two reached the entrance to the Courthouse.  “I am glad to know that, given what has blossomed between us, you seem comfortable in differentiating between, well, personal and business matters, I suppose one could say,” she said, chuckling slightly.  

She glanced at the door to the Courthouse, and then back to Marth.  “I suppose it’s time to handle this, as it were,” she said.  She grew silent for a moment, deep in contemplation, before a realization washed over her.  “You know, I’ve been making this too complicated,” she said, with a bit of a laugh.  “I keep thinking that helping Myter become balanced is going to be some difficult task, but I think I might be able to just will him to do so,” she said, sighing.  She hoped Marth would understand what she was suggesting - but she knew that, at least in her realm, there would be a way for her to give Marth’s psyche a readjustment of sorts.  

“Do you think this is something I should do alone?” she asked, though she was hoping that Marth would accompany her, for moral support if for nothing else.  After a moment’s hesitation, she expressed this to him.  “Unless you think it would be detrimental, I would absolutely wish for you to accompany me,” she added, with a bit of a smile.  “Besides, I think he is far enough from Malum where his behavior shouldn’t be affected, but in case, I would rather not do this alone,” she said, even though she knew she would be capable of defending herself if the situation arose.