Blackwater Islands Mildewed and smoldering

The Warmaiden huffed softly as Tulok spoke further to her.
She was almost insulted by his words; Her pride in her experience as a fighter and his lack thereof...Nyra shoved the thoughts down without a trace of changed emotion.

"If it makes you feel better, I don't currently have the power or the numbers to do anything regarding our enemies." She responded after a while. Yes, she had been impulsive, very much so, but having the vastness of the Wilds know of her or be out for her head had forced her to the path of calculation and patience. 
Something she should have had to begin with, but given the teacher she shared with Tulok and his brother, it didn't stick when it needed to. And now, having a tacticians mind would truly matter.