[There's a measure of respect in his eyes, enough for her to not respond with hostility or derision. Like met like and she was willing to extend the same to him, someone with the obvious bearing of a warrior and noble. Thankfully not the sort that sat on silks, not from the look of him. He could belong to Skyrim, perhaps near Windhelm, he had the accent of a Nord, but not the coloring.]
The North? [There were a number of places in Northern Skyrim, but she never really thought of belonging to one place or another.] I came from Rorikstead but that was long ago. [But she imagines he doesn't know where that is. She had at least been here long enough to realize that people came from different worlds and take that into account.] That was in the Reach.
[She took his hand, clasping it briefly before stepping back. She would trust him not to move against her, but it was still difficult to touch others or trust them beyond these friendly exchanges.] Juliel. I'm called Juliel.
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The North? [There were a number of places in Northern Skyrim, but she never really thought of belonging to one place or another.] I came from Rorikstead but that was long ago. [But she imagines he doesn't know where that is. She had at least been here long enough to realize that people came from different worlds and take that into account.] That was in the Reach.
[She took his hand, clasping it briefly before stepping back. She would trust him not to move against her, but it was still difficult to touch others or trust them beyond these friendly exchanges.] Juliel. I'm called Juliel.