"Man, I thought this was gonna take waaaaay longer than it did." The companions were waiting for the two when they returned, victorious, from Dustman's Cairn. They were all ready to properly welcome their new shield-sister to their ranks. She's apparently, was not.

"Guys, I'm never getting up again, I'm just gonna sleep here for forever." The tiny mage-made-companion was sprawled gracelessly facefirst on the ground outside of Jorrvaskr, completely of her own power and volition, one might add. The companions circled around the body on the ground uncertainly, trading glances ranging from amused to irate to worried. She, for her part, ignored every single one of them, showing no intent of getting up, despite the entirety of the companions circled around her for what she must realize was to be her proper initiation into the companion's ranks.

Kodlak, as was often the case with this child, wasn't sure if he wanted to laugh, or sigh.
He was certain he had breathed out one of the two, when Aela prodded the girl with the tip of her boot, and the girl let out an exaggerated, high-pitched whine, weakly swiped at the boot until it retreated, and then continued to let her body conform to the dirt and stone beneath her. Vilkas, Aela, and Farkas, the ones who had spent the most time with her up until now, all seemed completely unsurprised and hardly bothered by her behaviour, so he chose to simply resign himself to such things and carry on.

Though, privately, he wondered how on earth this child could be the same as the one in his recurring dreams, or visions, whichever they were. Even having seen her bout with Vilkas, he could hardly believe she and that warrior who had faced Vilkas could be one in the same.

"Is it safe to assume she's been tested and tried, down her valor, and you'll speak for her?" Well, fine, if she wasn't going to appreciate Kodlak's effort at ceremony, than she just wasn't going to get one.

"Sure." Farkas shrugged.

"Your shield would defend her?"

"Yup."

"Raise sword in her honor, and mug at her name?"

"Uh-huh."

"Then the judgement is complete." Kodlak nudged her none-too-gently, and she at least had the decency to roll over and look up at him. "You've been tested, found worthy, and are now a companion. Eorlund will make you something from the skyforge, I suppose, so celebrate and then get your next job."

"Does this mean I can tell people to piss off for asking me to run more errands?" Kodlak had a vague thought, that, perhaps, his openmindedness at other forms of combat had not served him entirely well in this decision.

"If you must." Kodlak sighed, turned, and walked into Jorrvaskr, washing his hands of the not-ceremony.

The companions still stared down at their newest member with varying degrees of uncertainty, but none spoke first.

"Hey Aela?" The girl stared up at the redheaded companion, innocence as she gazed up at the redhaired huntress who stood over her.

"Yes, shield-sister?"

"Do you spend a lot of time lunging? Because those thighs are top quality, and make for a very nice view." The girl smiled sleepily at the archer, who scoffed, and turned to walk back into Jorrvaskr with an eye-roll that was more fond than she intended.

"Damn." The dark haired mage sighed, turning her head to look at Farkas, "Can't blame a girl for trying, right?"

"She could, if she wanted to." Farkas shrugged, and reached down to haul her to her feet, very much against her will. "Come on, shield sister. Let's get some drink in you, and you can continue your failing attempts at seduction."

"As if you would be any better off."

"i wouldn't be, but I also know better than to try."

"Hey, she might come around!... eventually... Or not... Probably not, actually."