Qeya River there will come a ruler whose brow is laid in thorn

ooc; woot good spar! ;D

"as do you" Heloise replied graciously, for it was true. she was never one to get a big head over these things anyway. as of her usual practice, she would search the woman's coat for signs of cuts or bleeding. yet it seemed they both were spared damage. she would not get so lucky next time she was challenged, to be sure. "thank you for the practice" the woman obviously did not need her to hold her hand and would get up by herself. good. "I am Heloise." she opted not to gift the other her surname. they had exchanged blows, so she saw her as a comrade.