"No." Ruli voiced. "But you're pretty red, so I have an idea." He said, amused. After a moment, he tilted his chin toward her arm. "Don't hide it under the table. Its an injury. You know I've had my share." He pointed out, trying to encourage her not to mind the arm. Or the insinuation that she was an animal. "And who am I to judge if you've had a rough few months. You're fighting a war. Frankly, had I the option and were in your shoes, I would be at your door twice a week."

Ruli picked another small bit of his bread and ate it. "You do realize Ysaryn will kill you, right? And me, for that matter?" He asked, changing the topic. "You might need to hand her her own Amrian sword to make her less violent. Ironically."