Poser asked her what kind of person she thought he was, he also sought after one of the herb plants he had helped her define. She guessed she was right, the man was a bit too familiar with the plant. Her thoughts then went to what she had thought the man to be, when she first saw him she took him to be the kind that was like some of her older masters. Now that she knew him more he didn’t come off like that at all, he was nice they weren’t. “When I first saw you I took you to be like some of my older masters, I’ve lived my life as a slave to various wolves and once a lion. You’re much nicer than I thought you would be.” While she spoke this she alternated her eyes between his and elsewhere, she wasn’t quite used to saying that anybody was nice most especially to her.