[ Kaladin lets him have his laughter, and retracts the hand. He supposes he deserves it, though naivety is not how he would phrase it. He doesn't bother trying to prove the man wrong, and instead, begins to head in the direction from where the Assassin came. At the tone of the laugh, Syl shrinks back - she no longer seems to have her light hearted curiosity, and instead sits quietly holding to the lapel of Kaladin's collar. She does not like this man. Does not like the feel she gets off him, or the sense of something distinctly wrong. She cannot place a finger on it, but so far, she jots it down to his heart beat.
The double heart beat, that is.]
Suit yourself. So, assassin, if you're not from here, then where? Do you remember exactly how you got here?
wriggles in a young n hot way n uses winkin powers thru pillow
The double heart beat, that is.]
Suit yourself. So, assassin, if you're not from here, then where? Do you remember exactly how you got here?