This is not unexpected. She'd like to think it holds not sting, but to claim such would be utterly false. Knights are bound to honesty, even if honesty to oneself is not easily.

"And what position do you hold, to dismiss me?"

Herian's voice is even and precise and carefully polite above all else, accent sharply Starkhaven, body clad in light leather armour; a scar tugs at the left corner of her mouth, but as she turns her right ear becomes visible. The scars are long healed, but it is messy hacking away of flesh to render her very human ear extremely pointed. Although her question might, in another tone, be insulting, all she means is to genuinely inquire.

"No offence was meant. I am but a child of an alienage seeking the comfort of the vhenadahl. My faith is my concern."