The woman knew the nature of a blade, that much was clear in how she responded-- curled lip and tensing posture- but so long as its hostility stayed sheathed, so too did she. Those onyx eyes fixed on Faolan, unblinking.<br/><br/>"Shivaun." She answered; whether it a name, a curse, or a warning, it was unclear. Perhaps she, too, hoped to keep the meeting peaceful.