[ these woods don't seem particularly treacherous but eleanor is anxious by nature, and she finds that this time it's for good reason. a feral pig isn't anything she can't handle, but everything always feels so much more dire when anyone who isn't in uniform is involved. it's worn her out a bit, that much is obvious-- but she smiles nonetheless. ]

It's not anything to apologize for, it's all in a day's work. [ the girl is taller than her, but they seem the same age. the mention of a name calls her to attention. ]

Arthur? Is he an exorcist? [ she still has her lance in her hands, instinctively leaning her weight on it. ] I don't think I know of anyone in our ranks with that name... not stationed here at the very least.