at the sight of you

looking up from her task, she saw a man approach wearing battle armor. Heloise did not consider this odd, mostly because she considered herself a warrior and the rest was that Winterfell was full of soldiers. or soldiers-in-training, as she thought fondly on the children. the armor covered this man's eyes and she wondered if he was trained to fight blind, unaware of his disability. he also called her 'neighbour', leading her to believe his own den was close by. "greetings" she'd respond in her calm tone. her head shook, though she was not sure if he saw that.

"I do not mind the company" Heloise went on to say. truthfully, she had not had any visitors since she settled here. the woman half hoped that Fracture or Acere would come and see how she was, but she was disappointed in that regard. they were the only two adult members of Winterfell she considered herself almost close to. swishing her tail over the cold earth, she'd add in. "please, sit" the woman offered the older man. rising to rest on her rear, she played the part of a good host.

"I am Heloise cel Mare, a Squire of Winterfell." she introduced herself fluently.