What a striking figure she made! Franziska felt little tremors of excitement crawl around in her belly, even inching up on the tips of her toes. A broad smile was flashed at the other, though she made no move to get in close. Delight and appreciate aside...Iris did also look fearsome.
And it was best not to forget that. The old blood was a swift reminder if nothing and gods knew what (or who) it had come from. "I am. And I'm here, braving the woods, too. Did I quite meet expectations?"