Her voice is small, barely heard over the storm raging outside.* "P-Pardon me, ser. I don't mean to intrude." She meets your gaze for a fleeting second before staring at the floor. "Are you... Do you need another sword?"

A shudder runs through her and she wraps thin arms around herself. "Forgive me, I shouldn't have asked. I'm not cut out for adventure." Turning away, she whispers: "Forget I bothered you."