She sensed that he was demurring, perhaps teasing. It wasn't worth pressing the matter, though. And she supposed that with a face like that, he didn't need to do much peacocking. No, she could well imagine the girls at court flocking around him, like so many colorful birds in their silks and jewels. He would prove quite popular.

They'd even forgive him his rounded ears. At least for a little while.

"I suppose so," she said. She turned to watch two strangers sparring with their swords. "We have to use the tools that suit us best."

With that, she reached into her satchel and pulled out her sling. It was a wholly unimpressive weapon. Just two leather thongs tied to a little leather cup, but she offered it to him as though it were made of gold. It was, by far, her favorite way to fight. Especially now that she didn't have her claws.