Kintla Flatlands This woman is my destiny

Luke's compliment was, astoundingly, the first she remembered ever receiving about her markings. If the adults had remarked on them at her birth, they hadn't done it in living memory since. If strangers had noticed them upon meeting her, then they hadn't been forthcoming about their opinions. In fact, Saena frequently forgot about her appearance and how unique it was because nobody ever commented on it.

Maybe due to naivety or maybe due to gullibility, Luke's ability to notice and comment on this seemingly unremarkable feature of hers immediately endeared him to her.

"Thanks," she said, surprised to hear a weird, unfamiliar girlish flutter to her voice. Her ears even twisted questioningly as though that sound had come from someone else. Lightly shaking her head and pushing away her confusion, Saena returned her attention to Luke and laughed despite the horrific memory of losing her tail. There'd been nothing funny about it, or about Dogmeat. "I thought he was dying," Saena revealed, "pushed my luck too hard. And no, I didn't. I ran like a scared baby." Remembering what FitzDutiful had said about dogs being different sizes (or had she made that up?), she quickly said, "this one wasn't tiny," in case she came off like a giant sissy to Luke.