Eira arched a brow at his praise.  She honestly almost wondered if he was being sarcastic, but overall it seemed genuine so she did not put up too much of a huff.<br/><br/>"My father trained me much like he would have a male heir.  I learned how to use a bow and arrow, daggers, a sword...even my hands if that was the only option." She explained.  Eira realized that though there was some connection they shared, they actually knew very little about one another.  This might not have been the best avenue to acquaint themselves, but at least she could try to explain that she was no ordinary princess who had spent her time doing things like embroidery. Her father had expected her to be a competent leader and Eira had not shied away from that.<br/><br/>She stood as expected, facing the direction he had told her to.<br/><br/>"I have no fear of rough treatment, do what you must."	She smirked and little and she knew she should have let it go at agreeing to what he said, but Eira could not help herself.  "Let's remember, you were the one who confessed you feared you would fall in love with me, so as long as you can keep yourself in check, I am certain that I will be able to. Now, what do I need to do?"