Gideon would, perhaps, have granted her a few points for that one even if it has come about by turning her insubordinance against her. Would, but it's hard to think entirely clearly when moments before she'd had Lenore's cool and slender hand pressed briefly to her cheek. She ought to be furious. Ought to have bitten her, or caught her by the wrist and caused her harm when given an unguarded chance. Perhaps she is, just a little, but this time more with herself.

Perhaps Drearburh had been cold and hard and unforgiving, perhaps it had forced her into servitude and refused to let her go. But she owes them something. Raising her, loosening the leash enough to allow her to learn the sword. Face still flushed, almost wishing she was still crusted with dried blood in order to better hide it, she comforts herself with the thought that Lenore is partially right. She can't be trusted. She isn't going to let it go. She's just playing the long game, so she can do more than cause minor injury to just one of the invaders whilst she's still collared and caged.

This thought mollifies her somewhat. Enough, at least, to an attempt an answer to a question that is frankly as baffling as the rest of Lenore's behaviour, "Uh, cards? I don't know."

It's not as though anyone from her former Kingdom had taken the time to teach her, but she has seen some of the decaying old guards at the palace playing that one.