Every princess needs a handmaid

Briar glanced over at Artorias with a grin as he tried to shrug off her compliments, down playing how good he was at teaching. He was a wonderful fighter in general with skills that she had never seen anyone do, but he was an extremely good teacher and incredibly patient with anyone that wanted to learn from him. "Oh he's just being modest," she insisted with a chuckle as she looked back at Idalia, but her smile faltered a little when she saw how her new servant's expression had changed. Her insistence that she couldn't and that she had no need for those kinds of skills held a hint of stress and worry and it made Briar's expression soften a bit.

"Of course you do," she insisted, but her tone was more gentle this time, more encouraging. "You need to be able to defend yourself. What if we're out scouting together and we get attacked by a tiger or a saber cat? I don't want either of us to get hurt. I'm a good fighter, but if it's a serious threat like that I'll need your help." She smiled again, adding, "You don't have to be scared of fighting. We'll walk you through all of it and make it really easy to understand, okay?"

"Briar Fatalis"