As fierce as I may have you believe me to be, I'm no match in battle. [ Despite it being a bitter truth, she doesn't sound so. In fact, there's a dryness to her tone which hints to amusement. Soon after, her eyes brighten, keen with interest. ] Would you train me?

[ She looks ahead, blinking the rain from her lashes. Had she left them changed? Could she change so much of what was ingrained in the time she'd spent there? ]

I spoke with more force in Essos, perhaps. I'd also encouraged the slaves to turn against their masters. [ Clearing her throat, she spares him a brief glance. Now, they walk amongst the tents, weighed down some with puddles of water. ] I only mention it because of Jerusalem. They mean to have us aid in battle, to turn the tides... but if there is not a strong figurehead to maintain some semblance of order, many will fall back into old habits when the battles end.