"Hm." She's peering at you as if you started talking about sprouting wings and flying to the sun to live in his palace. "I would define loyalty as doing one's duty without coercion in any form. The idea that you can chose your loyalty is... odd. In the event of a corrupt lord, his guards' duty to protect him still stands. They may remain loyal, or not, both are possible, but the responsibility to the lord stays. The guards also have a duty as citizens of the lord's lands to the lands and their fellow citizens. Finding a balance between these is difficult, but that's the journey of being a virtuous person." 

She looks ahead, and puts on the mask in her hands. "We'll be there soon," muffled slightly by the mask, before a quiet few bars of song follow, barely audible. "We'll tend the gardens, when we're home, when we're home, we'll see our loves again, when we're home, when we're home..."