"You are very gracious," she replies, and though she does not smile (she rarely does, cannot even slightly in the wake of all that has transpired) Herian does tilt her jaw in a slight nod. "I should be glad of water, if you have it."

Wine, liquors in various forms, she cannot partake of. The strictest interpretation of the Knight's Code is her own, and it demands temperance.

She continues walking, maintains a steady pace, and glancing back to the path before them. "I owe you thanks for aiding in taking those people to a pyre."