[Ah, friendly enthusiasm, that she can well understand. Her warmth is quickly bolstered by it, no window to close off her particular brand of sunlight.]

I'll be sure to check with them then.

[She can only imagine what her attempts at smithing might bring. Her mind's eye can quickly conjure up an image of the man who did the smithing for her armor at home, a hulking fellow of bandages and muscles.

No, definitely no smithing for her.]

I suppose my family's cavalry background makes us more inclined to bladed weapons. I've never practiced with a lance or spear before.

[Though truth be told she's used her Mähne as a spear. She can still hear the crackling of glass and feel the way it shifted and bent against the window of that tank.]