She squints suspiciously at him. Lashan would know what he was thinking, but Lashan knows all about mind-gifts and is a little bit open to people around her all the time. To Vena other peoples' thoughts and feelings are still an overwhelming chaos that she usually shields against most of the way, unless she stops to listen. It's hard to talk or act when that wall of not-noise is pressing in around her.

Guts doesn't seem very different from the soldiers she'd known before Lashan met her, though her auntie had always warned Vena not to get too close to the men. Mostly those had been louder, scruffier people and her latent ability had given her an idea which ones were safer than others. Vena tries lowering her shield a bit, making a frown line appear between her eyebrows.

"I guess," she says, although it's been a distinct pause. "Is that why you attacked her?" With her attention split - this is hard! - her voice comes out fainter than it might have otherwise. It had been really frightening, yesterday. She'd known soldiers in some of their pursuits, but not in battle.