Haizea scoffs when the Wizard speaks of only saving so many.

“Says who? You’re the Wizard, I thought your powers were limitless. If you wanted to save more I bet you could. Even if you can’t, well. I’m greedy. I can’t accept an offer that’s less than the whole population. Or at least-“ she cuts herself off before she can finish her thought. ‘At least everyone that all the knights and the Princess consider family’ was what she almost said, and she had meant it too. But that’s not something she should admit just yet.

“At least- let me think about it. Or make me a better offer,” she finishes, trying to cover for her earlier falter.