Hideaway Strath queen of crows

Amphitere felt as if she'd failed some sort of test, but it didn't cause her any measure of anxiety. She answered to the best of her ability, and the best was common knowledge at best. Her understanding of natural medicine was still rudimentary at best, and everything she'd learned was from various travelers or vagabonds. It certainly wasn't something she'd managed to master what with the watchful eyes of the guardians on her whenever they dared. Navigating Raven's Crown and pursuing her own interests was difficult at best, but a political nightmare at worst. 

Unfortunately, her answer yielded no eureka moment for the other woman, and she could only bow her head with sympathy. The Divine would not help this boy no more than they helped her nephew, or his mother, so she simply didn't offer. They were not altruistic to their devotees, why would they lend Their aid to a stranger? 

"I was born there." she answered demurely, silently thankful for the topic change. "Not all of our number become Priestess, but it was expected of me due to my lineage." She explained in the simplest way she knew. There was more to it than that, but it was not worth the breath to delve further into the fine details unless she specifically asked. A tranquil smile tugged at her lips, and she closed her eyes as she bowed her head again, "Amphitere Ravenswood, my lady. though I would much prefer to call you by your chosen designation rather than what most default to." She remarked in kind—be it a name, a title, or simply lady. Amphitere was not picky.