Tyzias gives Corrin a wry smile. At least she was sharp enough to keep up. She sighs when Corrin mentions jobs, fishing a few crumpled pamphlets out of her pockets.

"Eh. Scholar seemmmms like it's up mmmmy alley, wwwwith all the studying and strategy shit. Tactician mmmmight wwwwork too. I wwwwas definitely mmmmore a thinker than a fighter, even wwwwith all the hunter training. But..." Tyzias picks up a bright white, blue, and gold packet advertising the Paladin job. She smiles, looking... not wistful, really. There's nothing to be nostalgic about there. Hopeful is probably a better descriptor. "I dunno. Alwwwways wwwwanted to protect people. Paladin seemmmms pretty good for that."