There was a bit of a hesitation on the young woman's face, before she relaxed somewhat. Gazing at him and smiling faintly with a bit of a blush on her cheeks she let out a short breath before offering him a smile again, the look in her eyes still a bit doubtful but not seeming too worried about getting into trouble for that comment of hers earlier. Looking at him leaning to his staff and speaking, she listened to his promise to not repeat her words, seeming to take them in with relief mingled with a hint of curiosity, expression telling enough for a casual observer to say what she was thinking, more or less.<br/><br/>At Tehr's words about the Queen in a praising manner and the gamble he took, she seemed to regard him quietly for a second before chuckling and smiling, nodding her head slightly at the time and speaking up in a gentle tone of voice.<strong>"My family work as Guards for her, but I am not keen on violence. We believe in her and what she is doing for the realm. While a lady's place is still not quite what men hold in most societies, its a lot closer than it would be across the canal already, and that is enough to happily serve her."</strong>Her expression showed a measure of pride in being a woman in the Kingdom in that, a faint smirk crossing over at the end.<br/><br/><strong>"I am grateful for being willing to hold your tongue on my words, I keep my tongue outside this place, though none of the family would betray Her, but still never know who else could listen. Still, while here I've grown somewhat accustomed to speaking my mind but its first time that I greet her at the morning and there's, well."</strong>She looked at him a bit embarrassed.<strong>"The little word to call out was something the guard captain came up with a long time ago, the queen accepted it though with a note that someone getting to her chambers would likely be permitted there so checking it like that was a bit redundant... ah."</strong>She paused a bit embarrassed once more, but awkwardly laughed afterwards.<strong>"Uhm, but on the frenchman, well... he's a perverted bottom-pinching old lech, a man of cloth in name and title but not in spirit, the man travels with servants that are too scared to really act free even here, and what's more his retinue includes a man that is known to slip away every now and then and rejoin later without any of the group questioning why."</strong>She let out a short breath.<br/><br/><strong>"From the Palace Guards I've heard he's gotten himself into several arguments, both on matters of faith and politics. He seems to be a source of a plentiful amount of tension and questioning people about topics mostly kept quiet about."</strong>She shook her head faintly at this point allowing a breath to leave her lips.<strong>"Thing is, some servants are more loyal to their employee than others, and many keep secrets from personal pride, from fear of losing employment, genuine loyalty, and many other reasons, but the group he travels with, both men and women, seem actually <em>afraid</em> of the man to the point where his position as a man of cloth seems troubling. There's also word among a fwe of the half-elven staff members that the way some of his company moves suggests they are in pain, possibly still healing from something. Their movements stiff. They don't stay at the palace so I cannot say more on that, but those the man approaches among the staff are definitely not biting on any of the offers he's made. Nor those made by his <em>companion</em>. The said figure slipping away at times has been claimed, but without witnesses beyond the ones making the claim, to have asked some rather odd questions and offering gold florin to seal mouths after as well as 'thanks'."</strong>She halted at this point, as there was a sound of the shower being finished. It would take a moment for the Queen to dress and join them probably, but probably not that long.