Damaia takes some time to recover. A wave of her hand can clean up her armour, but her blade was disappointingly clean. She had not provided the showing that she would have preferred and her disappointment was clear.
She shook it off, but knew that she would be thinking about it for awhile now.
The others all seemed to have things on their mind, but she felt a little suspicious of the newcomer, so she focuses there. At least she sheaths her sword before she gets there "Deypho, my make is Damaia. I suppose i cannot say it is a pleasure to meet you.. These Chained ones.. what do you know, are there many of them?"
She seems, if anything, a little surprised by Billie's offer, though she does take it. There was a special place in her heart for her sword, but she would never turn down a new one if it bore some influence. If nothing else it would tell her something about the man who wielded it.
"Thank you uh.. Billie? I'm afraid I did not make as good an impression as i had hoped."
Anything else she was about to say is interrupted by the announcement of more people arriving, good or bad, they should probably not be there when they arrive "Perhaps you know somewhere..?"
Main Hand: (two-handed) Long sword
Off Hand: -