She beams eagerly, a burst of energy in a young woman who can otherwise seem to be caught up in her own whimsy most of the time, distracted and far away until it's time for lessons.

"I'm sure they will be very fine," she decides, smoothing down her skirts lazily. "Do you take your dogs with you, to hunt the deer? Or do the little beasts spook them?"

She says little beasts with affection. She gets along quite well with dogs, mindlessly faithful, they served any master with no pretentions of righteousness.