I am a Shadow on the Wall

His answer was no surprise to her. "A guard.." she repeats, looking up to the taller stranger. It's good he was taking advantage of his physical prowess. Sometimes she wondered what kind of path she would've took if she was more fit for battle than for anything else. I'd still steer clear from battle, that's for sure. Big or not, all that mattered was inside your brain and your heart. If your heart desired to shed no blood, then you wouldn't. That's how things went in her mind, anyway. Freedom is a right, not a privilege. "Who do you guard?" She asked boldly, but then corrected herself. "If that's not a secret!" Aralanne grinned from ear to ear. Did he have anyone to guard right now? Maybe he does that only from time to time.