[ There's a very still moment where she seems to weigh the answer, her eyes wide and intent on Waltaquin's face. And then she lets the expression slip entirely, the tiredness and the reserve all falling away to cool amusement instead as she clicks her tongue. ]

Was it so unthinkable? You were comforting her so extravagantly.

[ Amusement, however, doesn't keep her from taking a prudent step back to leave clearance for her to draw her sword. ]

Unfortunately, I haven't the time. It's a pity. I confess to a little curiosity whether that self-description of yours was more than bluster.