It's a brusqueness she can respect. Her bow is stiff in return as she's spoken to - the English form of address, as it stands, rather than her own. But as it is, it serves as a easily understood form of address and politeness.

"As you will, I am ready for whatever you will command of me." Outside the horse she'd picked calls in the soft echo of snow that muffles the sound, echoes inside the tent. The hum and bustle of camp life that - for once, she feels almost at home in. It's been a long time, since she'd been a ruler in and of her own right.