A new face

She listened carefully as he spoke. Proving one's worth, proving that they belonged, proving themselves. It all seemed so ceremonious. Foreign as it was, maybe this was how things were done here. "Shit is simple where I come from," there's a hint of a humorless laugh on her tongue. "You're tough or you die." She'd made it this far. She had to be tough-- that was all.

The idea of being indebted to anyone, let alone the strange man with the horns, was something that didn't sit well with Sanna. An unsettling thought. One that she wouldn't be able to sit with for long, or really at all. Once sufficiently healed, the woman bristled at the phrase. "You haven't even given me your name." The words were gruff, green gaze fixing on the stranger. She didn't move to follow him, not yet. An abundance of caution, what if he had other plans for her? Being on her own for so long, she wouldn't squelch the caution in her system. It was the caution that had kept her alive.

"I can fight now, not like it's a dire wound." If they could find something on the boarders that needed dispatching now, then her obligation would be cleared before aid was rendered. That, and maybe Sanna could actually relax some. "I don't deal in debts, shit gets messy." Loyalties, debts, things bought and paid for-- Sanna's independence came at a price, and it was one she'd been paying for a damn long time now.
"Speech"