The nervous patter of her heart steadies the moment Mayerling's hand finds hers. His touch is calming and settles her. Even her breathing slows and evens out. She would never use the word love so soon in their relationship but she recognizes what he does to her. With him, it felt like she could face and handle anything, no matter what it was.

With her free hand, she picks up her glass to give it a sip, taking a moment to consider her next words before she responds. The last time she had to answer this question, she thoroughly embarrassed herself in a room full of strangers and lashed out. This time would be different, "I don't know if I'd ever use the word remarkable when speaking about myself but I won't deny being strong-willed, though my dad preferred stubborn."

She gives a distant, thoughtful smile, "Rebellious and stubborn. It's gotten me into trouble more times than I can count but it usually works out," her ability to push forward gets her through most anything, "I'm a Hunter here but I split my time between training and patrolling or guard duty. But on quiet days, I spend a lot of my time painting."

There, a splash of something shy but she powers through it. She never knows how to talk about herself, "I have a few paintings on display at the local gallery if you'd like me to take you guys some time. It's actually where I took... Johan on our first date."