agaetliga:

            _{She thinks herself in Jotunheim and as such, calloused
            digits dig into the hilt of the blade she keeps by her side,
            cautious and     if one is careful to see      weary, even.}

                           _{”       You have a very small form for a Jotunn…”}

            _{She keeps composure despite the fact that she can 
            practically feel how tense this stranger is. Mistakes
            being wary for fear. Perhaps her reputation precedes
            her.}

                             _{"I’m afraid I’m not certain what a Jotunn is..
                              you may be mistaken.“}