@Jorimel | @DaKaptin | @kanila Yareli was startled by Avrielle's behavior, but did welcome it, not stating anything of her obvious change. Somehow she always managed to fit in with anyone. Be it Serontine's group, the mixed individuals under Morvan back in their webway adventure and even now here. What did the young girl do what the Diplomat is not? Care not about embarrassment? Simply believe in all the good out there? The Noble sighed, somewhat in exasperation. Considering that she was the most approachable of her dynasty, she still compared not to Avrielle. Yet was such comparison necessary? Jealousy is not of her nature. She shook her head and then focused on Vytharion. "Avrielle is right. We should start anew. Since I struggle to find the balance between my noble teachings of being careful and trying to be far more relaxed and .... Well, more like a Corsair. But I cannot force from one moment to another to be someone I am not, especially if I do not understand the Path of the Outcast, not yet anyway." Yareli offered as a sincere apology. And most certain she was even hurt in her pride of having to go 'that low', even though it was ... Unusual, awkward, to not talk as a diplomat, not present a group or a faction but being yourself. Then Iktomi joined the crew. Still being of mixed feeling she simply smiled at him, holding her glass with both hands, waving with an index finger. She didn't want to appear overly possessive by storming to his side. But she didn't want to be dismissive either. Somehow all eyes felt as if they were on her. Not like usually back at her home, but more... Judgmental. It was mostly in her head or so she hoped and fought to relax against her tension. In attempt, the wine glass was almost emptied. Hearing the talk of Faenkon and the Artist, Yareli decided to stay quiet, hence she may say more 'wrong' things. But... Who was that woman at his side?