Stavanger Bay Will they ever reach the floor?

Doe blinked at her friend, surprised at both of her questions. For some reason, she'd never really thought over-much about either of them. The first, because a simple of course he is had always glossed over any thoughts on the matter. The second, because... well, because. She simply didn't think past what she knew, and she knew that if Skellige desired her, she would be his. The rule did not apply to any others, so far as she knew, because it was a rule her upbringing had made for her, and one that she'd made for herself as she matured.

Skellige had been good to her, and she would repay him in any way he desired. It was her duty. She would bear it with joy and with pride.

"I don't know if he's interested in me," she said after a moment, ears flickering at the profoundness of the statement. She didn't; she had no idea. "And I don't know if he'd force the issue - with anyone. I will serve him in any way he asks; he has been good and kind to me. Taken me in when I had no one, nowhere, nothing. It is..."

What was it?

"It's an honor," she said at last. "But there are things sometimes more desireable than honor."