[purses her lips, expression pinched. maybe there is a better world somewhere out there, but... she shakes her head.]

There aren't any good options available to women in my world. [he knows what she is, so she's just gonna outright call herself a woman here. it is still very much the 17th century, unfortunately.] Who would I be, if I never had the need to pick up a sword? Another man's wife? A tolerable one at best, if I'm lucky.

[and the thought of it is... bad. she wasn't so keen on the idea of getting married off years ago. even less so now.]

I've accepted my lot in life. There's no need to feel sorry for me.