[ It's a thought she certainly appreciates, but she isn't sure if it'll do much. ] They're like... giant machines, really. Non-organic and powered by Will'O. We've been fighting against them for ages, so all their weak points are well-documented. The only determining factors here are the size of their forces, the size of ours, and how skilled each soldier is.

[ Ah yes, soup. ]

Well... if you'd insist, then I have some bread to contribute.

[ It's wrapped up in a leaf by the bedside table. Wyrden had been lucky enough to get a whole room to herself... but only by virtue of no one being comfortable enough to sleep under Ramiel's constant scruitinity. ]

Thanks.