The Bracken Woods thorn castle

The girl's speech was strange- exaggerated, drawn-out and musical. Why did she talk like that? And she called Tuya an angel? The northerner's brows furrowed slightly at those words. She didn't know how to feel- flattered, maybe? As she felt her cheeks flush slightly at the comment. "I am no angel," she laughed slightly. 

The girl offered up her pawpad to the princess, and she came closer. She inspects the thorns for just a moment, and then: "This may hurt," she breathes, before pushing her jaws towards the paw. And ever so-carefully, pulling one, two, three, and a couple more thorns out. Each one she gathered between her fangs before turning to spit it out behind her. Finally she laps at the paw, hoping to soothe what pain still continued. Silvery eyes move from the paw up towards the girl. She finishes lapping and steps back abit awkwardly. "Better now?" comes her quiet and accented voice.