Jester didn't know why she chose Fetch to escort her into the furance: perhaps it was the fact that they'd both been born in the dungeons, simply waking up - with nothing, and noone - to face a rather horrifying existence. Alone. It had certainly a character building experience, one she personally thought nobody should ever have to go through. Not being able to rely on anyone or anything but yourself was one way to speed run the 'discovering' your personality and quirks portion of it all, but the whole thing had been terribly traumatic. Jester had been a yearling when she first 'woke', it was the earliest memory she had. Even now, it seemed to fray and wither as she attempted to recall more than just the basics. The details were getting lost to time.

She could look back the whole experience now with a great deal of humor - she'd survived, she was here, and the horrors hadn't consumed her. They're only strengthened her, and she assumed the dungeons had let her live for a reason. That reason? Jester hadn't the slightest, but if there wasn't a reason then she was the luckiest courser on the planet.

Fetch seemed to actually enjoy playing escort, commenting occasionally on something Jester lingered too long around. Most of the time it was nonsense, and she was having a hard time not entirely filtering them out. Currently, they were untangling a massive centipede from Jester's mane. The majority of their comments seemed directed at the insect, but they were looking at Jester now - blue eyes searching for.. something. She blinked, leaning back to get a better look at her companion. Fetch stared expectantly back, as though waiting for a reaction.

"Could you repeat that?" Jester suggested, feeling suddenly nervous.

Fetch snorted good-naturedly, tugging the last legs loose before sending the creature scurrying off into the depths. "You're very calm."

Jester, unsure how to answer that, nodded. "I guess?"

"Very calm."

"Yes.."

"There was a centipede in your mane," They pointed out. "You didn't scream."

"Why.. would I scream?"

"Are you not afraid?"

"Not of insects."

"Fire? Beasts? Tight spaces?"

Jester pinned her ears, stepping out of Fetch's space. "Everyone is afraid of something."

"Indeed." They said, as if that explained everything.

Jester fell further into confusion, stewing for a moment before speaking again. "Are others.. not calm or something?"

Those blue eyes glittered. "Not like you."

"What does that mean?"

"What does that mean!" Fetch mimicked in a lilting voice, pratically floating down the passageway and away from Jester. "Not like you."

It bothered her, what Fetch had said, so she stewed on it. Jester couldn't say she understood anything the other courser had said over the past few days, but she'd been told before that her sedate nature helped ground a group. Did people.. pay for that kind of thing? Jester glanced at Fetch, and the realization hit her. Maybe it was the wrong intepretation, but Jester figured it meant Fetch thought she'd be good at guiding dungeon expeditions. It wasn't a bad idea, if you ignored the fact Jester had next to no actual experience in leading anyone. Maybe.. being in the party was enough? Offering advice?

Guess she'd have to find out.