"I see," she spoke slowly as she tried to take her fellow friend's answer into methodical thought. Lucan's path to arms after he stepped away from his childhood home was a perilous one. Battles were fought, scars were worn on rough, tattered skin, while the mental and emotional wounds are pried and opened at the seams. It's one thing to be a lady-in-preparation, but it's another thing to become a man destined to serve by the blade and by the loyalty of his sworn man...<br/><br/>... or woman, in this case.<br/><br/>She took a time of silence and shared it with a second sip of wine and a third nibble of bread. She already assumed that her first question was not the most<i>lightest </i>of questions, since it took a whole lot of breath and flashbacks from the knight to make his reply.<br/><br/>"I might take up another question," replied Kamillah, "after you ask me a question, first."