Kyle
"They've got the same sentiments about us. Some of them. Would like to keep civilians safe. You, you're fighting for a good reason. Not for Ulfric, like many here. But for an idea. That's good."

*She essentially chugged the bottle of black briar and set it on the table.*

"That's why we're taking him. He's bad. He's responsible for innocent death, and he will be put to justice. He doesn't represent them all."
Melody
Shorfrid nodded her head at the reflection of sentiments that likely could be said of any peoples across tamriel. 

"Aye, justice is fine. Information, and bargaining chips are good too. Trials, even if they are slanted also prize us a better opportunity than killing in the feilds." She explains but cant help but let out a belch at the end.

"'scuse me."
Kyle
"It's natural, it's what people do. We're soldiers, no place for etiquette here."

*She went back on that topic. Justice.*

"Justice is in the eye of those who serve it. I'd have him killed, Galmar as well, but Ulfric will want to keep him. He wont die until he gives the final say, when he returns. I doubt he has anything valuable to say."
Melody
Shorfrid nodded her head at the burp allowance and giggled.

"I mean, he probably doesyhave anything to say but to yammer about elven supremacy and mannish unworth or some such nonsense, yeah. But bringing him to to the keep, walking him through the streets, the people of Windhelm will love it. Parading him to the cell. Maybe we'll get promotions." She smiled eagerly.
Kyle
"You might deserve one. Is this your first... Well, real battle, you've been in?"

*She moved quickly over to the fire to grab a cup of water. They were melting snow, and boiling it. You could let it cool, but she would put canis root in it with a bit of honey to make Tea.*
Melody
Shorfrid plopped down near the fire sitting on the ground leaning on her right arm as she watched her commander take the water. Her rosy cheeks on her freckle cluttered face glowed in the firelight.

"Not my first, I've been in a few skirmishes. But none as critical as this. In one case we just routed a patrol out of the area due to advantage of numbers." She explained cheerily. "Still unbloodded, as i haven't been back to windhelm since those first battles to have Galmar officiate. Not that I'm really pressed to want er' need a higher title." She explained in the prancing flow of her jovial mood.
Kyle
"You did well. I'll put in a recommendation. But they're all just titles, at the end of it all, we're all together, brothers and sisters in arms. I don't like seeing lower ranks ordering each other around."

*She simply set the hot water in the snow for it to cool a bit. One soldier was putting some sort of bird on the fire.*
Melody
Shorfrid beamed with the praise from her commander.

"I only did what i was trained to, you know, what any of us are ready to do." She did her best to remain humble.

She turned to watch the bird cook. But her attention turned back to Dasil as she readied her tea. The young nord was just happy to be there in her celebratory mead drunkenness.
Kyle
"You were trained to fight, winning wasn't ever certain. But we did. I figured we'd lose more... But we didn't. That could've gone all manner of ways, we had the best ambush possible and we still lost 2 to the Mages."

*She sighed.*

"Sorry. Easy to think about what we did wrong after the fact."

*The tea was cooling, and she took a sip. Calmed her nerves. She worked her right shoulder as though it was injured. She took her tea back to her tent.*
Melody
Shorfrid nodded her head, and the mention of those that died kinda killed her vibe for a second. The shield sister looked at the flames for a long few minutes ony to emerge from empty headedness to see her commander had left for the tent. Shorfrid wasn't sure if she was to join Dasil or not. She chose to stay with the fire untill either it was time to sleep, or she was invite.
Kyle
*No invitation. It was bedtime. Most were winding down, a few goofing off a little bit much. 2 were on watch, who would be there all night. Unless Shorfrid had any business to tend to before sleeping, the night would pass peacefully.*
Melody
Shorfrid didn't have much at all to do but rest once she was tired. For an hour or so she spent time just watching the fire burn quietly.