Azalea was just smiling innocently before she was twirling to face the men fully before she was speaking, "I am a general of King Hayden." Sadly Hayden had made quite the name for himself as had his generals - for being brutal and cruel. "I was the one known as the Black General."
As this was happening, Caera was waking up in Grant's arms and just looking around a bit. The night before hadn't been pleasant for her, not after the cramps that he had warned her about had kicked in. She hadn't been able to stand the pain, especially not with how fragile of a psyche she had still from what she had gone through with the damn king, that she had more begged him to sedate her for the night. It had at least gotten her through the night, even if he had perhaps felt bad about sedating her.