[ She will most certainly ask for his aid in opinion on where she might hide such a precious thing, as well as the contraption used for their protection. What she may think as hidden could be very well obvious to a Knight who is searching the grounds for heretical material. He has the insight of a soldier after all. No doubt he has been trained to notice things that others would not think to see or hear. ]

I-I don't think they would realize, o-or even know. N-nothing about me must seem like I am one... I think... I-I know Miqo'tes are rare in Ishgard, b-but... [ her ears fold down to her head as she frowns slightly. Has she already drawn attention to herself by those around her? Or, have they dismissed her because of the man who has taken her in? ] I hid in a cave to manage them. I was never... never in a city like this.

[ She nods to his repeat of her words. Lantaa briefly glances down before giving a small exhale. Then, she leans forward to gently kiss the pair of holes that remain the scars of what changed him. She doubts he wishes to explain or even relive the experience. Yet, if she is to truly understand his condition and the position it places him in with his peers? She feels she ought to know. How else can she properly be his lady? ]

How did it happen? [ One hand moves from behind his neck to gently brush her fingers over the scars. ] I had wondered when I first saw them. Given the placement, your attacker must have come from the front. When one would think they would be on the neck or shoulder.