Eithne could feel her own heart beating at a steady but slow rate as their exchange began. She was as relaxed as she could be, hands steadied on the pommel of her saddle. Gloved as they were, no one knew that she was already as armed as she liked to be. Or maybe they did. She wore no sword at her side, carried no bow or quiver, and certainly there was no pole or spear waiting behind her saddle. Instead she seemed somewhat under armed for any meeting. but she was as armed as she liked to be. Knife tucked into her boot. Fingers wrapped under the leather gloves, with bands of leather studded in brass. She could strip the leather gloves off if she wanted to, but they had the same effect either way. With or without, there was little padding her own fingers. But the calloused hands under her gloves were used to their duty.
Her heart began to beat faster the moment they all heard the creak of leather. Eithne didn't turn her head, but she moved her eyes to look. Turning would be too obvious. Would they need to be quick? Surely any attack would be seen long before it happened to them. they were out in the open after all. But still her heart began to race. She was excited for it. Ready for it. a year ago she would have been tired of riding in a saddle and more sore than she ever wanted to speak of. But there was no stiffness to her now, no soreness to speak of. She was willing, ready, and able for a fight to happen.
She was probably the only one among them that really wanted a fight to happen, anyhow.
"So we have guests?" She asked quietly, trying not to sound eager.