Looking at him seriously and nodding her head at the words he spoke, she smirked a bit at the time, her voice carrying on conversational but warm, relaxed as she moved ahead towards the doors. "I appreciate the honesty on that matter. I can see how that question of carrying family name might be an issue, and yes we tend to be rather strict about not wanting our sisters to walk too far from home. Its not forbidden, but we prefer to keep the family close. Many original members were from abusive families and banded together. Such a mixture of bloods was thought absurd, and even weak, but yet here we stand."<br/><br/>She looked at him sharply. "If there's something this house values its individuality, natural ability, and perseverence. Traits shown by the founding members." She took a breath and continued. "Many houses would squash a strange house like ours, so we tend to break old codes of conduct the church has ingrained into society. If it wasn't for a queen on the throne I am certain they would try and push the position of a woman in charge down even stronger than they have."<br/><br/>Marie looked at Tehr seriously again. "I am not offering to share my bed, not as the present time at least but I am saying you have made a better impression to myself, the matron, and possibly my older sister than I have seen many people do. Its not often the matron imposes orders for something else so, pushing us to compete." She smirked a bit at this and looked at him. "Though as you said, you already spent time with my older sister so I ought to have a chance to question you to myself as well."<br/><br/>As she spoke, they arrived to the front doors, the stables ahead and bit of the garden being cared for by the stableboy (-girl?) that Tehr paid to take care of his horse earlier, the horse in a comfortable spot at the stables with hay to eat and water to drink, but the servant in turn at the garden area now, seeming to be slashing off low branches of an apple tree there.