Sunset Valley i remember those soldier boys tripping over themselves to win our praise

The sight of a long unseen member of her family - an uncle, who reminded her immediately of Trigeda, and even further, of Seageda - brought a level of elation to Seregryn that coursed through her entire body. She resisted the urge to leap for him, to get close and find comfort in the familiarity of him, but only just. When he spoke her name she cast him a wolfish grin; then, at mention of her guard, she seemed to wither.

Perhaps not so much wither, but falter. Yes - because she needed no guard. She was destined for great things, and her skills had to be honed. There was no way to sculpt herself, craft her skills, if she had an entourage of lessers on her tail. To compensate for the slight withdrawal, Seregryn chuffed softly; she looked away from her uncle with disinterest, no longer desiring his affection or care. If he doubted her ability, she had no use for him.

A thought did occur, though. If he was here — Thuringwethil? her tone implored him, but she did not elucidate once the name was spoken. Seregryn was not mistaking her uncle for the heda; she was merely asking about her, and was intent on gathering information. To meet the heda would be a great honor — there was much to learn from the woman.