"The agelessness, you mean? The healing the wounds so you cannot die as quickly?"

Her gaze drops, sliding away from her face to the wall behind her, the cup dangling between her fingers loosely. One knee lifts to cross the other, leaning forward to shift her weight onto her elbow and sit forward. The white material bunching, falling, loosely draping over her comfortably. "I don't fight men, particularly, you see. In my... lands. I fight monsters. Werewolves, Vampires. Or the half-breeds, as we call them. They are... great creatures. Huge, twice my strength and I could lift you up by one hand." She sighs, terribly exhausted with it all. "I was not just looking to appear grand in front of them, I truly did take this up in duty, not hunger for eternal life. It is why I thought, the wardens... " They fought the Darkspawn. They too were bound were a great duty. Not so different from the knights, and it would be a laughing thing if she did become something similar.