The needle was pinched ready in her fingers, but Furiae did not begin (or resume) her work as Eirika spoke. She waited politely, a tilt of her head given for Eirika's words on her behaviour. She at least seemed fine for now, Furiae thought, but it was the inside that mattered too.

However, the question- or what followed it- caught her off-guard. Was it that obvious, her heritage? And yet maybe she shouldn't be so surprised, or offended (not that offended quite matched what she was feeling) that she still shared a quality held by her parents. Her eyes stayed on the fabric beneath her hands.

"I am not from this land," she began slowly. "It is far away from here... and there is a great difference between them. My way of speaking... it is unusual to how people speak here. And there is much more..."

But she fell into a silent moment, and decided that it would be more easier to be truthful. To a point.

"...But my past is not something that I like to speak about. There is very little I can share with you."