She doesn’t have to give much consideration to Djinni’s next question; it isn’t a loaded thing, or a veiled request for some other information. “I’m no warrior,” she says honestly, and who can blame her? She is agile, but not fast; she is small, with no other physical traits to give her an edge; there is nothing about Sloene that says “I’m Dangerous”, and she doesn’t have to prove herself that way, and she doesn’t like to get hurt. Oh, she can tolerate it; who trains a spy without training them for the worst-case scenario? But she doesn’t get some sort of high off of it as warriors seem to do. “I can defend myself, a little, and I’m quite good at escaping. But I’m no use to defend others.”
One of the reasons she had been mostly content to wander alone, but had sought a home when she first had a child. “I could turn my hand to diplomacy, if needed,” she goes on, but reservation in her sweet voice makes it clear that’s not really what she would prefer. “But bad diplomats are of no use to the sisterhood, and good diplomats get noticed, which would mostly defeat any other purpose I might serve.” A pause again, a heartbeat of consideration before Sloene decides to entrust Djinni with one of her secrets. After all, what good does it do for anyone to know she can change forms? It is not an illusion, to be broken, and the transformation is quite foolproof. Even if the spymaster tells someone of what the little mare can do, how would they ever know once it has happened? “I can be...unnoticed. When I die, I come back almost immediately in a new body as an adult. But I’d rather not be dying all the time to stay anonymous, unless there is no other choice.”
A quirk of a grin there, because surely Djinni will understand - death is not a pleasant thing, no matter if it’s not permanent, and it’s not exactly to be sought after.