Rebeca laughed softly. “I don't think I am, but I might be in comparison to others. My grandparents, which is who me and mom lived with growing up, they made sure that I understood the value of work. But I was also the only grandchild, so yeah, I might be a little spoiled, but I don't think I'm a brat either.”

She shrugged some as they came up to the Valykrie. "I'd ask how it was with siblings, but my dad's painted me a dark enough picture of his childhood with siblings. Though I certainly hope yous was better than his."

She looked up at the huffing sounds of Frederick, who was obviously annoyed at how long it had taken her to get back. But she said nothing to him about it. Merely stated him down form her point down the gangplank like she wasn't some tiny girl half his age.