Blackfeather Woods No rest for the weary

She nodded appreciatively to the female, signalling for her to rise again. It was always nice when one acknowledged authority. This one, she approved. Clearly, she had recognised the mark when she seen it, and she wondered how she had some to know of the Brotherhood. Though something was off. Why had she not spoken? Was it timidness? No, she showed no sign of it. "My name is Nemesis. What might yours be?" She asked, though she didn't expect a verbal answer. 

"If you don't mind me asking, but can you speak?" She asked after a moment. In this case, she was sensitive to the female's feelings, for she knew that these things were often.. sensitive. She would back off if it wasn't something to talk about, though she wasn't sure how she wa supposed to communicate with the female, or even know her name.