She nodded, but her color deepened briefly. It was hard to keep a solid demeanor, as was expected of her role back home, when she was very much as mortal as everyone else was. The Warrior of Light could die, no matter what the people thought.

Madhuri felt her skin briefly crawl, and the spines along her tail rolled.

"You're right, I'm sorry. A-ahem!" She then curtsied.

"I am Madhuri. Thanks for saving my scales."