"Just mopping up the stragglers from the city's attack. Small and desperate bands of them must fill these woods to escape the defeat and inevitable consequences." She smirked at the sight of Ares praising Aragorn, as if sweet words would charm the horse to him. Either way, Aragorn did a snort-dance in reply and Brunhilde tried to not laugh out at the two of them.
"Hephaestus?" she repeated. "I have not had the opportunity to sample his wares. Went up against them plenty of times to know they are of a high caliber." Cleaning her blades on a dead body's cloak, she resheathed Dragonfang before turning to him. A small smile grew on her lips and she reached up to brush a spatter of blood off his chin. "Such restraint, my lord. I am impressed. Shall we hurry back then?"