Hoshor Plains convoco

She listened as he told her that Arlette had first told him of the Saints almost a year ago. 
So, back in the Strath, hm? She thought. 
Arlette wouldn't say anything bad about the Saints on purpose, she was too kind-hearted. This thought made the Grandmaster want to smile, but she kept her emotions close and didn't. 

To the rest, Nyra let out a chuckle, a fighter's spirit lighting in her intense hues.
"I'm not afraid. I admit I am also not always wise in my decisions, but, never afraid." 
What she didn't include in her words or implications was that once upon a time, she had been afraid. It was a year's worth or so of time ago, when Kynareth and she had first met. Back then, she was fearful.
And that the striped man had trained her to fight himself, for the most part. These details were not important to share, in her eyes. Especially not with the guest of her enemy.