Probably hard to get trust when you're fighting over territories, I'd imagine.

[Trust must be a precious thing in this world of theirs, indeed; Iona idly wonders if that's why Claude seems stand offish whenever she freely gives him and Gus all of her friendliness and her plentiful good will. He wasn't used to the lack of conditions that came with her nature.

But that thought is quickly pushed in the back of her mind; she perks up when she sees the spire and points at it excitedly with that childlike energy of hers.]

There, right? I think I'm in love with it already! Let's go inside already!

[And before Claude can say another word, she's jogging towards it, trying to look for the entrance. God, she needs to slow down.]