Her body is as much a weapon as her bow is, matters as much as her arrows do. She learnt to be quick and agile at a young age, to push and push as much as she could. She was going to be a hunter, and she wanted to be the best one she could, second only to her sister. So she ignores the burn in her lungs, in her calves and her arm from dragging him along with her, ignores it till he starts to flag.

She slows with him, ears perked and eyes wide now as she moves from sprint to jog to walking and finally stops. She's a little flushed, a little breathless, but she could push on if needed. She only looks up when he speaks and.

And its another shock, another blow and she feels actually winded when he says that title, dropping her hand and taking a step back, expression unreadable. "First to the Keeper?" She echos, and anger starts to form in her, small seeds. How dare he, does he think her some sort of idiot. Has he done no research because she knew the First and this is not her brother. "Fenedhis. Why don't you try a better lie?"