Leanja didn't so much as flinch as the knight reached towards her. Whether this was courage bourne of her youth or simply a reflection of bravery being a core component of her personality the end result was the same. She waited patiently for him to respond to her questions or, at the very least, explain why he was here and in such a state. What she had failed to anticipate was that he would claim she was not some ambiguous lady and then inquire as to whether she had seen the lady referenced. The princess hesitated. It was possible that the man beneath the armor had gone mad from whatever combat he had last been engaged in. More than once her mother had been forced to dismiss a soldier from her surface when melee had culminated in an illness of the mind.

"I don't know how I would recognize her," she answered truthfully after some thought. "I don't know you or where you came from so I am not certain how I would know your lady." More curious than the expertly made armor was that she saw no emblem, sash, or inscription that identified from where the stranger hailed. Had he been a knight of Itraniel there would have been an emblazoned crest somewhere on the plate mail. There was no reasonable way she might deduce the poor creature's lady without any insight into from which lands he hailed.

It was also strange that the errant knight thought even for a second that she could be the mysterious women for whom he was waiting. There were eyes beneath the helmet albeit bloodshot. Either he was confused, his vision was hindered by visual strain, he was afflicted by a malady mundane or magical in nature, or he had never met his lady. The latter was almost preposterous to consider but was no more absurd than the enigmatic spectacle in front of her at present. Leanja sighed and shook her head.

"Don't you think it would injure your lady's heart to see you like this?" she asked carefully and in a soft tone. Leanja was not trying to chastise him but rather make him consider the perspective she might have were it her and her sworn faithful. "If she's a noble lady she would want to see you standing tall and proud, to see your strength, to see your resolve, and to see you healthy. Would you not be sad if you found your lady and she was sitting beside a tree like you are? Please, let me help you. Think of what your lady would want for you."

Leanja wasn't certain that her appeal would be effective; the lady she alluded to was even more foreign to her than the knight she was conversing with. What she wanted, however, was to be of some assistance. It was not in her nature to just walk away from someone to which she could render aid. Tali was still pacing at the edge of her vision. The handmaiden was perplexed on what she should do- she was terrified of the warrior, but also scared for her charge, disallowed from growing closer, but also given the responsibility of keeping the girl safe. Were there to be an even hint of hostility she suspected that Tali would come charging in and destroy any rapport that might be established in this fledgling discussion.