Well, at least if it's in a good way. Her eyes lower briefly, bemused as she looks to her sewing again, adjusting it into her lap along the tear she was working on. "Respect has always been important to me. So I was honoured to have it added to my name by my people. I have tried to deserve it as best I can."

She pauses there. Wondering at her question and she wants to learn, she can tell that much. Asking after such things, asking about her name, taking up swords. "Do you like such stories?"

Tentative. It would be nice to - share something, so removed from everyone. At least, with Devi, quietly of a morning they might share between them things neither of them had a hope of seeing again.