[The way that she blinks at him suggests no such recollection. Such myths didn't make it so far as Altea. Beyond that, his otherwise bombastic way of talking has her staring, taking a few ticks longer to register what all he was talking about.]

I am not asking for a companion. [She flusters, not quite sure on the connotation on that wording, but as he turns and gestures to her, she trots at a brisk pace behind him anyway.] It's your duty to protect the outpost, is it not?

[Her voice has taken on a slightly defensive tone, feeling that he might be condescending to her. Moving faster, she catches up to him in a few steps, to walk beside. She is not here to be lead around,] And I am the princess of Altea. Daughter of King Alfor.