[ the fact that she can finally answer a question with some certainty? an odd relief. ]

Yes. [ her hands drop to rest comfortably above where her new daggers are sheathed at her sides. their weight is some small comfort, at least, weapons she'd thought she would never need to master, ones she resented somewhat for the diligent study required of her to use them, but ones that feel like a part of her now. such are the outcomes of war and duty. every so often, she daydreams again about being able to go home, to the castle grounds, to read in the sunlight without a care in the world, ignoring her mother's calls to come and meet some new visitor whose name she'd already forgotten before even hearing it. less, though, than before. ] I don't know whether it is a blessing or a curse to have come here from a world in the throes of war, but it serves me well in facing danger, at least.

[ fliss presumes that this means she and the young woman are going to go and investigate whatever lies outside of this place. alone, or with others? it doesn't matter, not to fliss. she's ready to take such a chance, at least. better to do something than wander around here feeling helpless. ]