And so we go

When he asked for her name, she realized she had failed to offer it even after he'd so kindly introduced himself. How rude of her! "Oh dear, I'm sorry," she said sheepishly. "I'm Faelyn, and... skills..." She thought for a long moment, wanting to give him the best answer possible. "I'm good at taking care of pups, and I'm also learning how to be a healer," she said finally. Pups were her favorite thing in the world though, so she hoped they had some that she would be allowed to play with at least, but there was no guarantee.

"I'm not good at fighting though," she finished, thinking that would probably be wise to end on. It was good to know what she could do, but it was also important to know what she couldn't. After all, he might not want someone who couldn't fight, and she supposed she couldn't blame him if he didn't. It just wasn't something she had gotten any practice in, considering she was a loner and very, very small for her family. Nothing to be done about it. She also wasn't particularly interested in learning, though if she got forced into it she supposed she ought to.