[No room for being a wet blanket in this adventure. The sparks don't scare her off, obviously, instead she just steps forward and snakes her arm around his shoulders. Personal space is a myth.

Sigrun chuckles like he just asked the dumbest question in the world. Viola suddenly the little Thras doll is held in front of his face, wiggled back and forth a bit as she talks for emphasis.]

Because how else would you prove being worthy of this little guy then? I see you as a bit of a protege- [Heh. A squirrel in a nearby tree might be groaning at this horrid display. Who knows.] and with a mentor like me you'll be courageous in no time.

[So. You know. Jump from a roof.]