[ It's true that having had her face... more or less buried in his scars just a few minutes ago doesn't make her less alarmed by the situation or ease the tension out of her stance as she holds her robe securely closed.

But the good(?) news is that he isn't any more clothed than she is. Or armed, she thinks as she studies him, although he could surprise her. They may be equally disadvantaged. ]

You have a gift for understatement, I see.

[ Her lips press together for a moment. ]

I am Edelgard von Hresvelg. I don't suppose you recall how we ended up here?