She's got a well-developed sense of justice - it comes from being treated as a pawn, a word that would devastate her parents if she used it aloud yet one that she feels suits it well. "Ahh. No home of your own, then?" she understands well - and she had been innately curious, for surely even thieves have a place to call home? And when he speaks about the orphanage her eyebrow quirks upward. "And you've chosen to tempt fate?"

Merida plucks up an arrow from her quiver and spins it between her fingers, quiet, contemplatively.