"Certainly." Fiora replied in response to Caelum. "I'll even offer some of my blood to prove my lineage." She wasn't ashamed of who she was or where she had come from, and whoever couldn't look past the surface didn't deserve her friendship. She glanced at Garran and slipped her hand into his, smiling up at the pirate. She found herself quite at ease with the pirate, though perhaps it was because their livelihoods were very similar in certain respects, though Fiora had less need for violence in hers. She wasn't sure why it had been so natural for him to show up to her rescue that she hadn't been surprised it was him and not the assassin or nobles in the group.

"Why don't you come with me, big guy? I could use a drink after all this and someone to toast." She offered, still smiling and remembering the feeling of being herself around someone else after a long time of putting on masks and personas to survive.