Tarlaka's eyebrows shot up. No, he wasn't from here. The delicate features and light hair were a dead give away and Tarlaka smiled and returned the bow with a nod of her head. She was a higher rank, he was simply a noble. She'd maybe cursty for Akkiel if she were in a dress. Maybe. Mockingly. Tarlaka pursed her lips and smiled towards the boy, moving closer.
"Aaah." she said quietly, her voice soft, "No. I don't startle easily. My hearing is too good." She motioned to her ears, the pointed tips, a sign of her heritage and that she was also not a true blood Adelan. She could feel that he was nervous, he didn't look tense, but she'd trained enough soldiers to guess on the fly.
Nervous and lost.
Tarlaka smiled openly at the boy. He wasn't a recruit, she didn't have to be badass and scare him out of his pants. The m'lady was also a bit of a give away, he didn't know who she was. Which she liked. "Are you lost? I haven't seen you here before and usually only the patrols come around." She moved closer and gently hooked his arm around hers as a sort of escourt. She was a few inches taller, so it probably looked awkward, but she smiled.
"Let me guess, Cutie. You're here as a guest. " She eyed Niaaki up and down while she slowly walked back to the training grounds, the way he'd come from , "But you're not here visiting any nobility." Wasn't dressed up for that, so that left two options. "You're either a daring tourist or you're visiting a friend."