"Pulled from your time?" He asked gently. That in itself was surprising. Of course - the entire concept of time travel was beyond him. To pull warriors from the past, away from their own affairs, and into situations that were not their concern. It seemed cruel. Especially if it was anything like this.
He walked on in some silence for a moment as he considered what she had told him. His thoughts were bordering on presumptuous, so they were unvoiced. Manners dictated no less. A knight alike her had to be in service to someone. Her armor looked too well maintained, her appearance too clean to be a sellsword donning a pretty nice set of armor they'd ...acquired between jobs. Furthermore, something about her presence outright stated that she was no mercenary. A mercenary wouldn't stop to assist a stranger, for one. For two, her sense of decorum suggested a knight, or highborn. Or both. Regardless, if she was not in service to a Lord, then she was a ruler. If she was indeed a ruler she was in service to her people. So... yes. Being taken from her time, her obligations, was a cruel act.
However considered, and however private his thoughts, Marth was still childish at times. Very much so, actually - so he couldn't quite catch what then fell out of his mouth before it did, his voice quiet but displaying all of the curiosity of a child.
"Do you have any choice in the matter of being summoned?"
Yet Marth wasn't a child. Eventually, his brain caught up. And he smiled quite in quite an apologetic fashion toward her as he continued walking. "Forgive me, lady Saber. My name is Marth. It truly is a pleasure to meet you, albeit the circumstances not being favourable."
Of course he omitted his title. Here... where Altea was as nothing, it hardly seemed important. And he continued speaking, if anything, to try and smooth over his initial question. Though it seemed perfectly adequate in his head, to others he knew, it would seem impertinent.
"I fear my questions would irritate you." ...Most likely, because everything barring the air, the sky, and the ground beneath them was a question at this point.
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He walked on in some silence for a moment as he considered what she had told him. His thoughts were bordering on presumptuous, so they were unvoiced. Manners dictated no less. A knight alike her had to be in service to someone. Her armor looked too well maintained, her appearance too clean to be a sellsword donning a pretty nice set of armor they'd ...acquired between jobs. Furthermore, something about her presence outright stated that she was no mercenary. A mercenary wouldn't stop to assist a stranger, for one. For two, her sense of decorum suggested a knight, or highborn. Or both. Regardless, if she was not in service to a Lord, then she was a ruler. If she was indeed a ruler she was in service to her people. So... yes. Being taken from her time, her obligations, was a cruel act.
However considered, and however private his thoughts, Marth was still childish at times. Very much so, actually - so he couldn't quite catch what then fell out of his mouth before it did, his voice quiet but displaying all of the curiosity of a child.
"Do you have any choice in the matter of being summoned?"
Yet Marth wasn't a child. Eventually, his brain caught up. And he smiled quite in quite an apologetic fashion toward her as he continued walking. "Forgive me, lady Saber. My name is Marth. It truly is a pleasure to meet you, albeit the circumstances not being favourable."
Of course he omitted his title. Here... where Altea was as nothing, it hardly seemed important. And he continued speaking, if anything, to try and smooth over his initial question. Though it seemed perfectly adequate in his head, to others he knew, it would seem impertinent.
"I fear my questions would irritate you." ...Most likely, because everything barring the air, the sky, and the ground beneath them was a question at this point.