She didn't frown, though she kind of wanted to. He was small, she saw that now. "What manner of immortal are you?" she asked, her voice betraying nothing, though she did cautiously sheath her knife. Not because of his words or his sword, but because of his shield. Because she wanted to see it, because of what carrying a shield this close to the castle was supposed to represent, though she knew well enough that sometimes raiders used them.

Still. She was committing the next seven years of her life to trying to earn her own shield. So the sight of one on a kid littler than her did all sorts of funny things to her stomach, even if he was an immortal.