Y'nev felt something warm clasp at her arm, not very tightly. She took in briefly the blue hair out of the corner of her eye, registering that Freya had taken some steps closer to her. Was the other woman seeking to make her feel better? Or perhaps seeking some protection--with how volatile the current energy was, Y'nev couldn't blame the diplomat. She let herself relax just long enough to extend a smile to the other woman. She didn't really do anything to slip out of the other's grasp--it was comforting in a mild way and she had a slight feeling this might become a normal stance. Freya did not look equipped for battle in the slightest. And she had something of a soft spot for those that were out of their element, she knew that feeling very well.
She returned her stare towards Fool as the King of Wands spoke. She was hesitant to remove her gaze from them for too long, all things considered. The entity had suddenly appeared in the room without so much as a heads up and she wasn't about to risk losing sight of them again. She listened quietly to the explanation, it seemed... "logical" enough. Seven had been alerted to the Fool's presence before any of them, and that was a useful tool on the battlefield. The thought of going to a strange new place filled her with a mixture of anticipation, some dread, but mostly curious excitement. This would be a grand story to tell in time--she should only hope that they would live through the whole ordeal to speak of it to others.
She nodded faintly when the King was done speaking, taking note that Serverius' reply seemed curt but... a little sincere. She didn't look at him but took in what he was saying. "If what you say holds true, then we have no reason to quarrel further. But if you step out of line during battle and endanger our lives..." She trailed off, shooting a quick but intense look in his direction. If he was to be her companion, if they were to travel together, disagreements could interfere with their dynamic as a group. With their unity as a team. And most importantly, with the livelihood of the party. She couldn't protect everyone--and that... strange ability of his colored her vision and turned her temper a bit short-sided. And that could be detrimental in the throes of conflict. As long as he understood that...
Besides, she couldn't exactly... ignore him the whole entire trip. It seemed he wasn't going to be able to be replaced (unfortunate) so she could extend him mild civility. At least until he earned proper respect. Something of which had been a bit marred by his previous introductions. The Silver Mother preached, however, that one must allow forgiveness in the face of ignorance and perhaps she had to suck it up too. Even if she didn't really want to.
The Fool interrupted her chain of thought, answering her questions extremely vaguely and without much directive. But what did she expect? A full assignment page? (That only happened during training and this certainly wasn't her Kingdom anymore) She wrinkled her nose but extended another graceful bow to the Fool when they had finished... "explaining".
"If that is the wish of our Kings and the directive you shall assign us, then I have no reason to disagree. A request, however." She turned to her Liege and bowed again, furrowing her brows slightly. "Please tell my family that I will return? I don't want them to worry, my brother in particular gets antsy in my absence. I don't know how long this will be for... But I would at least like them to know that I left bearing them well wishes." She stifled the urge to get more personal. If she had properly known, she would have written a letter. She would have hugged them each especially tight. As it stood, all she had were their scribbled signatures on her hilt. And that would have to do until she... had the chance to see them again.
It filled her with some melancholy. She was going to miss home life. But she had a mission now, a new duty. And she had to lend herself to her kingdom. That was a duty in high esteem. Her King nodded, and released a loud laugh--a sound that calmed her if but slightly.
"Of course, Miss Amaren--you are doing us a great service. I can extend out your wishes to your family." She smiled earnestly. Her Liege was a good man. She knew she could count on him. She looked out at her future travel companions, brushing some hair out of her eyes to meet each of their gazes firmly.
"I will do my best to see that we do not come to much harm. All I ask for is honesty, and you will earn my loyalty in return." She took a deep breath and exhaled very slowly, directing her next words towards the Fool. "I'm ready to depart, My Lord." Whatever she was about to get into, where-ever this journey were to lead her... at least she would not go at it alone.