Noctisardor Bypass [J] what stands before the sun

That's good!

When he took a step forward she did not shrink away in fear. Instead she offered a lower bow of her head out of respect for his newly acquired position (and him, of course). Sure as night and day, he asked her one of the questions she had anticipated. It was common protocol; she couldn't have, and wouldn't have, assumed he knew she was worthy from just one conversation.

Her gaze flickers up to his chin, but no higher. "My birthhome granted me the title of Skjǫldr when I saw my second winter. It means "shield" in this common language." She replies in a factual tone. "I was a defender, but not an instigator. I was called upon to protect our infirm and our young when our home was threatened." One ear twitches back, "My father also taught me what he knew of healing. He was quite adept; I am adequate."

The skin on her nose wrinkles a bit and she shifts her weight around. It is clear she is not used to talking so much.