Vedette wasn't sure if she should take his hand, it wasn't that she was downright afraid of him as a man, but there was a certain respect you gave those who were rulers of a country. Lord Ithunvel was trying to break her of her habits of bowing to him whenever he entered a room, but Vedette would have none of it. If she broke that habit now she would be quite lost in the human world. She had to fit in, so when he offered she hesitated, as any normal human woman would have done. Of course she wasn't normal at all. But finally she took his hand. Stronger than she thought, although the stories of him had passed all around this country, the Prince himself did not appear to be as strong as he was. He had her on her feet easily, and even bent to get her jacket.
Vedette suddenly felt very awkward. She should have gotten that herself.
"I use a bow instead of a sword." She blurted out. She really did not mean to be this nervous. She just hadn't ever had the chance to talk to him. Again, she thought of Ithunvel laughing. He would have, she was being much too awkward. "My training isn't in the regular ranks of Faustben, they're private and with no sword training my hands seem to have less calluses than the men." He probably didn't need an explanation. He probably was just observing because it was polite.
"You're stronger than I thought you'd be." She needed to shut up, like right now. She was making a fool of herself.