[ Wriothesley watches her as she speaks, taking note of the lulls in her speech and the subtle shifts in her gaze and body language. He may not consider himself an expert in people, for all that he's made a living herding them around before, but he thinks he can pikc up the wistfulness in her tone, the cloud of a memory from long ago gently suffusing her in its warmth before it dissipates again.

When she turns back to him, he offers her a kind smile, though there's a lingering curiosity in his eyes at the mention of fighting. ]

No need to apologize. It sounds like it was quite the wonderful time. Maybe if we find one here, you can take me for a ride.

[ It's mostly a joke; he doubts they'll find anything resembling a pegasus around these parts. And truthfully? After so long spent at the bottom of the ocean, he's not sure how well he'd be able to handle heights. Regardless— ]

I'm Wriothesley, by the way. [ Automatically he starts extending his hand, then pulls back when he remembers the state of her arm. ] Though maybe we should pass on the handshake.