[What other purpose is there? She is a soldier.]

Brighid?

[She lifts a forearm, enough so that her own bird -- a gyrfalcon, not a small one of its kind -- can hop down from the rafters and onto it. Brighid clambers up onto her shoulder with two quick steps as she turns to the door.]

I will ask that you stay close to me, and slightly behind. I do not wish you to be within radius of my swords, nor away from my flames.