( Whether or not Byerly Vorrutyer intended to start a conversation with with that opening line is beyond the point -- Olivia isn't here to share poetry with him. The curve of her eyebrow skywards should just be etched onto her face before she goes to talk to him, Olivia thinks, because it would save her the effort later of doing so.

Although she can't ignore the fact that he seemed to be pulling his own weight, as it were. Not greatly -- having heard the results of the hunting party -- but it was something. One day, Olivia considers, they might near point where Byerly Vorrutyer's, like others of his last name, idiosyncrasies did not outweigh his value. But not there yet. There is something about him that puts her in the mind of something tolerated but not wanted, slick and hard to get a firm grip on. And that concerns her more than anything else. Especially with her sister. )

I'm certain there's plenty about the ice in a Vor maiden's heart. ( Is her countering response, having made the unfortunate mistake of being within Byerly's range. ) But I am not here to recite them at you. Come.

( She gestures at him to follow her, expecting him to do so without complaint or hesitance. )