A few scenarios had played through the woman's mind, but the one where the man just opened the door, unarmed and not hostile, well, that wasn't exactly one of them. She rose a brow as she looked at the man from atop the horse and listened as his spoke. As he questioned her manners, or lack there of, both eyebrows raised in an 'are you really questioning that' fashion. Before her rebuttal came, Kuroyami made a comment about Sir Vincent, one that took the eyes off the man and to the steed. Appreciation and love filled her eyes as she patted the horse, even without either of their lineage, Dayna was sure that he would have been her horse anyway.

As the man began heading back inside, offering his invitation, his words far more welcoming than he expected. Could she trust him? Probably not, but she could not expect the man to trust her if she came back into the castle armed to the nines. Sliding off the horse, Dayna undid her belt that carried various satchels and her blade, attaching it to Sir Vincent's saddle. Her quiver found a new home on the notch on the other side and the spare dagger in her other boot slid into the side of the quiver.

She then wrapped her arms around the horses neck, resting her face against the side of it as she whispered, "I shall return. You just relax. You're home, well, kinda." Pulling back, she smiled at the beast, patting it before turning and following the man inside. Once she had stepped past the doors, she could see the man tending to the book she had shot earlier, an action she couldn't say she was sorry for. Before pursuing further, she turned and closed the doors behind her.

Even with the doors shut, he didn't turn to attack her, rather he seemed to continue on his way as though she weren't there. She stood at the door, simply watching as he picked up a tea cup that was sitting on the stairs, that surprisingly managed to avoid everything that had happened. It was at that time the man turned to look at her, the look on her face fully telling how she was not fully sure she trusted the situation.

Without a word, he turned and started walking away. Dayna quickly followed, though she left room between the two of them so that way, if needed, she could run. Though, recalling the fight earlier, no, she couldn't so regardless to the distance, she would either die instantly or in a few seconds.

He led them to a kitchen where he pulled out a second cup, as he went about cleaning his cup, Dayna looked at the one he had set down near the kettle. Leaves floated at the top of the steaming surface as the woman slowly reached for the cup, her fingers tracing the hot surface, playing with the leaves. "It is somewhat strange seeing others using leaves instead of prepared tea bags," she said as she moved to the far side of the table, sitting in the seat there.

She let the silence sit for a moment more, her eyes watching the leaves move as the hot water did once she set the cup back down. Pride was a dangerous thing and Dayna had no shortage of that so she had to get that put aside in order to make progress. Taking a slow breath, she rolled her purple eyes to look up at the male. "So, why am I wrong?" She asked him once again.