Traveling Woman

May leans forward and plants her hands on her cheeks, elbows on the table. "You're pretty!" She says to Scarle, heedless of any other conversation happening.

Scarle seems pleasantly surprised as she meets eyes with May, and she smiles, reaching out a hand to the young girl. "Really, now?"

Roland huffs quietly, leaning back in his seat, his arms crossed.

May takes her hand with no hesitation whatsoever, shaking it eagerly. "Yep! You are!"

Scarle gives the child a warm smile. "Why thank you. You're very sweet, May. It's lovely to meet you."

The girl tilts her head and furrows her brow. "Have I met you?"

The woman arches a brow. "I don't believe you have. Are you making the rounds befriending Roland's mercenaries, little one? It's quite the dangerous journey."

May wrinkles her nose and leans forward conspiratorially. "I'm not Roland's mercenary, though. I'm his granddaughter!"