Imenry paused, already walking away from the woman when her words registered. She turned slightly, her eyes moving over the other woman slowly, appraisingly. She didn't look like someone who could lift a blade, let alone wield it. She also didn't look like the type of woman who participated in a battle. Some people just weren't fit for it, and there was no shame in that. Her mother had not been a warrior. Of course, the enemy did not always care about such distinctions.
"The best piece of advice I can give you is this, lock yourself up in the Chantry with the other woman and children when the fighting starts. That's where you should be. You're no fighter."
Turning away she started down the steps of the inn. Why of all people, would the woman come to her with such a request? She hadn't exactly been nice to her. Perhaps it was just because she looked like a warrior. Imenry had no idea. She remembered the brief attempt with Ser Ordhan's help to try and teach an enchanter at the Keep how to wield a sword. She didn't know how much had come of that, as she'd never seen the woman practicing again.