[She follows his lead and kneels, keeping her back to the fire and tucking her dress under her legs, crossing her feet at the ankle. She's unable to keep the surprise off her face as he changes out of his armor even though she's seen Lancer do similar things. Merida lets herself relish in the warmth at her back, blinking a bit as he declares it story time.

It's certainly an...odd request for a grown man. Though she does owe him for saving her, even if that had been her own folly.]

Well, if you consider th' monarchs gods, then th' Black Shuck would be one of th' higher gods. He an' his brother th' White Hart are considered death an' life respectively in this world. I have met both. Th' Shuck appears durin' Samhain, to those brave enough to call his names. Old Shadow, Black Shuck, Dog of Death. Th' Hart is hunted every year in th' winter month of Yule, one Seelie an' one Unseelie may slay him, for he is reborn after both kills.

[She tucks some hair behind an ear so it can dry out, reaching back to gather it there, and then lowering her arms again as she continues.]

I met th' Shuck an' slayed th' Hart.