It wasn’t in her blood to be traitorous.

Her father, a great kind man of honor and full of neat stories, had made her promise to be a woman of valor. Strengthened by the flesh and bones bestowed upon her by her mother and father, Sighurd had lived a childhood of happiness, competing in tournaments amongst the boys. The only girl of many sons, she had to work harder to earn the respect of her father.

Even if he had been likely to forget her if she was away for too long.

Clearly, the pink mare knew nothing of the transgressions of her favorite little fluffy lady, and thus she had come here to see Valka. Not that she was adverse to seeing the boy again. He was serious and strapping, and perhaps he was wearing shoes that were a little too large for him just now, and Sighurd felt as if she was to be the gentle, guiding red hand for him.

Hah, Sighurd a mentor. Perhaps this is a comedy.

With her leg soggy and her ego wounded by the bitter winds of the boys home, she is jealous that he looks so at ease here when he finds her, no doubt unimpressed with the way her red hair clung to her skin and the way she sulked and shivered and looked more like a drowned rat than a woman of impressive pedigree. “I got over-eager, na.” Through a soggy mane she looks at him, chuckling with a little cynicism as he comments on her wetness. Thankfully, Sighurd is not a bitter person, and sees some of the humor in her appearance, having to be rescued by a boy that had not quite yet become a man.

“Oh kind sir-” She bats her eyes and chuckles, leaning forward and curving her neck in an attempt to be delicate. “- why thank you for your hospitality, na.” Inching towards him, she takes tiny, jogging steps, trying to flash her wet tail across her hips, she fails to do anything but look a little silly. It would be obvious that the pink mare was absolutely terrible at being ladylike, and perhaps Ironclad would find humor in that. Sidling up alongside him, she wiggles and presses the entire side of her body up against his. “Do I get a tour now, na?”

For now, as she drinks in the warmth of his skin, she has forgotten about Valka- for the time being.