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[teef]

The Tribe of The Molten Spirits. What a mouthful. Couldn't they come up with an easier name to say? Not that she could complain, they would never be able to speak her true name. She would dip her head to Gordon as she spoke, a sign of greeting, "Greetings, Miss Gordon. I would like to stay here for a while. I'll be okay to live in a pre-existing house if that's alright with everyone.", she would answer Vanya back with a firm look.

She didn't want to make the others give anything up to look after her. She'd be a pillar for herself. "Are there any high places with houses? If there are, I'd like to live there. I can build myself a house too.", she never called it home. Home wasn't here. She doubted it ever would be. She hadn't had a place to call home in millenia. The only person she could call a part of her 'home' would never be one she could interact with. Making eye contact with Vanya and Gordon, she gave an easy smile. She couldn't make them worry about her, even if she was in a fairly young body at the moment. She didnt need compassion or concern from them.