[She's definitely more amiable than their discussion over the locket, mostly because her father or clan hasn't been insulted (yet). She's prideful when it comes to family. And she's behaving simply because he saved her, showed her a bit of kindness that probably doesn't see the light of day much, if she's on the money about him being the king in that tale.

Merida blinks a bit at the hand to her cheek, skin flaring a delicate pink. She's had her cheek cupped before, so it doesn't surprise her, but what does is the gentleness behind it. She reaches to tuck her hair behind her ear, earring jostling with the touch.]

You're not so bad either.

[Blue eyes glance away when she says that before she looks over to the table, then back at him. Lifting the sides of her skirts, she curtsies, bowing at the waist before she lifted her head.]

You have my thanks, as to your generosity. [She smiled a bit.] Perhaps I could tell you more over dinner, if you wish to indulge.