Alike enough. [Heartbreak, sorrow, betrayal, these things left stains on the soul. No matter the years, no matter the distance, it would remain there, never completely washed away. She could look at him and see the mark, the lingering threat of more bloodshed in some form or another, whether spilled by him or another. It was a song heard on the wind, carrying them until they crossed paths inevitably, loneliness drawing loneliness.] Otherwise we both wouldn't be armed. [She was much the same, doing her best to find humor in the situation.

She noted the sharp stab of pain, but can't place why, only that she understands what that response meant.] They are. So long as they stay home, they will be looked after. My housecarl is able enough with a blade to protect them and the land where our home is doesn't have much danger, save for bandits or wolves. [She glanced up at him, a flicker of amusement.] Wolves not of your kind, I should say.

[It was a compliment, but one she was proud of. Having traveled to so many different places, it was a virtue to be able to make any of it a home.] As do you, despite being noble. Not many nobleman I know have that ability.

Most like to stay where their servants can tend them.