The reaction of the woman before her was not one V'aleera was unfamiliar with; those considered lower being unsettled in the presence of a knight or lord of high rank was not uncommon. But it was always other knights, well-bred knights, who instilled such a sense into the common folk. That she herself might cause such left the dragoon equally unsettled, though she rebounded in short order as well.
To hear the fate of the master of the forge caused a frown to crease her lips, as well as a deepening furrow upon her brow. "I see. I am deeply grieved to hear that such injury befell so honorable a craftsman. His well-being and recovery shall be in my prayers." Out of habit moreso than deliberate inclination, V'aleera tilted her head in a small but reverent bow. The woman's closing words, however, would see the concern flee from the knight's visage, to be quickly replaced with validation and curiosity. A small grin touching her lips she turned to call out to the man, "Sir! You would be Osvald? The Osvald, son of Thule and brother to Aya?"
Before he can reply, the nose of the miqo'te twitches slightly and she turns her gaze once more toward the woman, now bearing an offering of food. The smile V'aleera elects to offer is a genuine one as she nods her head, "I would not dare impose upon you, but I thank you for your offer nonetheless." She waves her hand in a short dismissive motion.
To hear the fate of the master of the forge caused a frown to crease her lips, as well as a deepening furrow upon her brow. "I see. I am deeply grieved to hear that such injury befell so honorable a craftsman. His well-being and recovery shall be in my prayers." Out of habit moreso than deliberate inclination, V'aleera tilted her head in a small but reverent bow. The woman's closing words, however, would see the concern flee from the knight's visage, to be quickly replaced with validation and curiosity. A small grin touching her lips she turned to call out to the man, "Sir! You would be Osvald? The Osvald, son of Thule and brother to Aya?"
Before he can reply, the nose of the miqo'te twitches slightly and she turns her gaze once more toward the woman, now bearing an offering of food. The smile V'aleera elects to offer is a genuine one as she nods her head, "I would not dare impose upon you, but I thank you for your offer nonetheless." She waves her hand in a short dismissive motion.
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