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As he rose to greet her, the etiquette of her culture demanded a humble posture in his presence of which she obliged without hesitance. Undoubtedly it would have been perceived as odd given the roles commanding respect were reversed, but in her mind, the rank she held was irrelevant.
She hadn't looked at his plaid band with significance until he fixed it around his eye again, which led her to assume there was something impairing about it. But as she recalled, he had worn it on their first meeting but believed it was nothing more than an accessory like she had seen on other of their kind that adopted accents of the like. Herself included.
"Really sir," the she-wolf smiled bashfully whilst lifting her head. "X'yrin is fine." But her look of shyness was dabbed a little with concern. He had declined her offer of assistance, and though she could assume he was a capable man, having travelled many a season alone with his steeds, her offer to help was of the upmost sincerity. Not only for him, but for herself in an effort to give her something other to tend to thank the unruly animals. But pressing the matter further was halted by a raised finger.
His attention to the little piglet and his escaping act lowered the woman's ears a tad. She would have corrected then (to her embarrassment) that there was no pen for the 'oinker' or his friends, but thought better of it and simply waited for Asgeir to return.
In the mean time, she talked to the tiny piglet, whispering assuring words to keep it calm whilst she held it. Feeling brave, she brought him to her chest to hold him close, unknowingly swaying gently as she spoke to lull him to rest. The act itself was practiced when holding her latest charge, no doubt still waiting for her return in the den. It was not a moment later in remembering the pup that the elder merchant returned sat on the back of his stallion towing cart and all behind. Her ears perked up attentively assuming immediately he would take her offer after some thought. But her ears received more than an acceptance of her assistance.
The presentation itself set her heart aflutter, reflected by the elated sway of her tail. She opened her mouth not once but twice with smile adorned as she grasped for words to respond. "Oh...Asgeir sir, I would be glad to have you! But... I must ask; what of your journey? Your trade?" Cradling the dozing piglet on her arm, she gestured with her left to his two horses and cargo. "Will you continue?" Carefully she lowered her hand to take his right still holding tight to his spear in an effort to guide him to stand.
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