[ No one's ever compared her to the stars before... but the moon? She watches the man with his ink and his scar and his--are those pointed ears? A trick of the light, surely. All this glitter makes for a rather difficult time.

(At least it distracts her from dead husbands.) ]

If you think me beautiful covered in this mess, ser, then I worry for your eyesight.

[ A quip is a quip. It doesn't stop her from acquiescing with a solemn nod, settling beside him, somewhat stiffly. ]

Tell me, would you find me fearsome if I drenched myself in the blood of my droid?