She holds herself like a soldier. She killed two high fae with a dagger and no struggle. She hasn’t cowered or flinched at the rough treatment she’s received, and she walked behind the horses like the journey was nothing more than a casual stroll. She hasn’t tried to fight back, though, clearly outmatched, and I doubt that she was much more than a foot soldier or a sentry, nothing worth concerning myself with when the lives of my people hang in the balance.
