Sunspire Mountains he threw me on the needle bed, across my dress he laid

"You have a lot of uncertainties despite being a yearling." She was amazed at how much worries he seemed to have. Orlaith, being of simple-minded, didn't think too hard on such subjects. She actually grew a bit dazed on his whole speech and had to momentarily digest it to provide some kind of answer.

"Others gonna define you, but you need to at least know yourself," she shrugged, "I call myself a warrior, and that's how others see me. Not as a fairy, but a guard to the court." Thinking about it, she supposed not too many counted her as a fae-folk, despite directly being born. It was her birth-right to be called a fire-fae. Anyone who said otherwise would be wrong, but she was never one to defend that title.

"So you some kind of.. Stalker?" Since he just watching, kinda seems so.