"It had better be something good, or how am I to sneak around and kill people for you with little to no energy?" She tugged on her trousers but left the back of her shirt hang halfway open. This one was even tighter on her frame than the other, so she couldn't slip it on over her head. It had to be tied, and she needed help with that. So she walked over to Aulfr and turned her back, motioning to the ribbons. "I can have a servant tie this better later. But right now I need you to do it."

She turned her head and gazed out the window, trying not to flinch away from his fingers as they brushed against her skin. No one ever touched her scars unless they were treating wounds near them. She didn't know if she liked the feeling or hated it. "So, I've been thinking. There are plenty of criminals down there, and you have a professional bounty hunter under your employ now. I need to do more than sniff out political intrigue. I was hoping you'd let me have my mask back so I could go out hunting in the city when you don't need me here." She stepped away the second he finished tying the ribbons and turned to face him. She had to look up to see his face.

"I can't grow rusty in here. I know I'm safer with this castle as a base, and I can't return home for another year anyways. And I'm not leaving without my horse," she added, frowning slightly. "There are probably street lords and drug cartels that you want destroyed. Well, I can rid you of them. Or at least scare them into pissing off. Besides, what do you think will happen when they start to realize that Death's Handmaid is working for the crown? For you? They'll be pissing themselves."