Gyrfalcon's Keep and if i am burned

kharybdis resists the urge to move back as she draws nearer to sniff the stoat and then his paws. the only thing that keeps him from skirting back like a skittish kitten is the fact that she is a woman and his upbringing told him that it would be rude. though he let out a loud scoff as she called him "sir"; definitely a title far too formal for him and not one that a woman should ever utter towards him. no. no sir. he tells her, more firmly than he meant, giving his head a shake, as if doing so would aid him in pretending that she hadn't uttered it to him.

kharybdis. he gives him name simply when she asks for it; finding her expectation of information to be comforting in the aftermath of how utterly thrown off ( and possibly insulted ) he'd been when she'd called him 'sir' ( as to which he is still reeling from ).