Once that was accomplished she knelt beside Hilda once more. Meat wrapped and stored she turned her attention to the animal’s skin. It was large and mostly undamaged but for a pair of small holes where their shots had struck. Still, she looked it over carefully, examining for damage from bugs or old scars the deer may have borne. Glancing up she smiled at Hilda’s obvious laugh and answering statement. Not proper to be courted even? She had forgotten for a moment how much younger the other woman was and she shook her head with a small smile. It was obvious enough at least that Hilda was fond of the Knight; the look in her eyes gave her away. “Do you want him to… court you?” Imenry wasn’t sure what exactly courting entailed. It seemed such a proper term and she didn’t know if it could really be applied to any of the relationships she herself had in the past. Even as a young girl, it had moved well beyond such a word quickly enough.
She was startled by Hilda’s next declaration though and looked up from her work with surprise in her eyes. She did agree with her statements about Ser Ordhan, and about those who took the time to observe and think about things rather than simply talking to hear themselves think. But at Hilda’s comparison between Imenry herself and the Knight was what gave her pause. She certainly didn’t consider herself a good person. Not that she considered herself bad either. She was a steady person, no doubt. It took a lot to ruffle her. But she was not always steady. The death of her parents had broken her, had destroyed the woman she had been, and she did not know who it was she was now. Letting the surprise slip from her face she looked back down to her work. “Courage is easy to have sometimes. It is only when you are faced with your own demons that you show true courage. To fight is so natural to me, I cannot imagine doing otherwise. “ She smoothed her hands carefully over the animal’s skin, brushing off the last remnants of dried blood. “As for the appearance that we’re made of stone well… I suppose it’s a way of protecting oneself, to allow others to imagine we feel nothing, especially not pain. People usually do not bother to look beyond that. I would say that speaks more for the kind of person you are.” She smiled slightly, sitting back on her haunches. It was true that Hilda was the type of woman who invited friendship easily. She was open, sharing and warm.