Every princess needs a handmaid

Once they reached the beach, she noticed how Lia's attention was immediately taken away by the sight and she smiled, her tail wagging gently as she watched the fire-marked woman enjoy the view in front of them. However, her smile was replaced by surprise as Lia mentioned how "the art of pleasure" had been the main thing she was trained in, except she very quickly backpedaled from that statement. She raised a brow at Idalia, smirking as she tried very hard to insist that she had meant massages and other general tasks like fetching things and starting fires, but there was a bit of doubt in her eyes at that. With everything that she and Art had done together she wasn't exactly oblivious when it came to things for "pleasure" and it made her all the more curious about Lia's past. She didn't question her on it right now, but she tucked that curiosity away for later.

"Well, I'll definitely make use of fetching and carrying and other general tasks," she agreed with a soft chuckle. Meanwhile, she came to a stop near the barracks and the training areas that were separated out in the sand. "Something you'll be trained for with me is fighting and self defense. This is where we do most of our training. The sand makes for a good surface to train on since it helps test your balance and it's softer to land on if you fall down." She smiled, looking to Lia to see what her reaction to that declaration would be before glancing toward Artorias. "Art, I've been meaning to do some training with you for Ophelia... Maybe we can hold a larger training for her and Lia both? Maybe see if anyone else in the pack wants to join in?" Looking back to Lia again she added, "Artorias is a great teacher. You should definitely learn from him some before he goes back to The Hallows."

"Briar Fatalis"