Last spark from the ashes

She can understand that. It'd be like not trusting a parent and a battlefield partner at the same time. Tragic and dangerous.

"I think you chose very well."

She keeps track of the doors they pass and makes mental notes about the fashion. Thick and warm isn't exactly the fashion where she's from, but it seems a great deal more practical. The scarves are lovely, but she has no idea what the colors mean or that there are political factions. Possibly for the best. She's American and has a deep and abiding distrust of monarchies.

So of course, she has to ask. "What do the red and white scarves mean? There are a lot of people wearing them."