Fíadh pays no attention to Pippa's state of dress, focusing only on her face. The spark in Fíadh's own eye is practically reflected back at her, and in that moment she comes to a decision: she likes whoever this woman is. Still her mouth retains its straight line and she glances over to the blood.

"My friends taught me." There's a brief pang at the thought of the men who raised her, but it passes just as quickly. That's getting better.