[ The nobility goes both ways, apparently. There's something to be said about finding a kindred spirit in the most unlikely places — like at the bar inside a resort. Whatever tension from earlier seems to bleed out of her, until she finds herself smiling. Faint, but it's there. Her eyes are softer than before. ]

Some of the bravest people I know did not fight in the traditional sense, as well. [ Her Aunt Emmeryn, for one. Brady and Aunt Lissa too. ] And they're just as important as the rest of us — or so I'd like to believe. [ None of it is a platitude; she means it just as earnestly as she looks, eyes warm as she watches him. ]

If you don't mind me asking — how do you fight?