She smiles wistfully, turning her neck to look at the golden man gently. “Even if some would not appreciate such a mindset” she replies “I personally think it is a kind thought, ser.” She spoke from the heart, the opinion and of her mind. Many folks, she knew, wished harm upon others. This one only wanted to protect them.
She found it admirable, to be frank. Willoughby flickered through life, giving a piece of herself to every person she has met. But she did not give anything to herself. She did not allow herself to form connections because she was aware she could leave the people she even cared about. Her wandering was fickle at best. Her loyalty won easily, but commitment fleeting.
He asks where she is from, and the maiden does not need to pause or think. “There is not a name for the places I have mostly been” she tells her new companion as they walk “Novus is the only one I know by title. I'm still learning all the kingdoms' names too. Where I was born though... my parents had refused to tell me.”
There were many understandable reasons for such a thing. “I believe they didn't want me to linger on the past. They wanted me to have a good life of my own decisions.”
“she speaks”
