Perhaps it was overkill, but in this moment Thancred pays it no more mind he would have had it been another weapon. If he had the presence of mind to, he would have shot it, and that's not much better than a giant axe.

He notices the anger in her face, keeps it in mind. To have grievances against an Ascian isn't out of the ordinary, however, so perhaps it wasn't more than that. And then...

Thancred huffs in appreciation, almost. That's the best word for it. He wasn't expecting those to be her chosen words, so it caught him off guard. "I shall." He says in turn. Whether he means it, that will be a later thing to mull over, but he does look like some weight has been taken off of his shoulders.

"What is your name?" He asks.