Your Master? [ She asks curiously as Ragna accepts the two skewers. The subtle interaction between him and Steve went over her head; she hasn't taken the time to fully digest everything the Watch has to say about Game 52 yet. One could say she needs to do some literal digesting before she can attempt to do some metaphorical digesting. In that sense, this food is just what she needs... and maybe, its currently unknown side effects will help her get her mind around certain other things.

But, that's a big maybe. Beautiful as she as, and as firmly in her adult years as she is, Yor has never even kissed another man before. What's going to happen when his horny rabbit meet his the immovable object that is her own inexperience? ]

When you say train in the wilderness... Do you mean, um... [ Following Ragna as he wordlessly leads her on a walk, her question trails off as she tries to think of how to phrase it. Her mind jumps straight to her own experiences as an assassin, but obviously, she can't say that. ] Oh! Are you... a forest ranger?

[ nailed it. ]