[ Her stomach whines even louder at the sight and smell of food. But still, she holds back, watching Guiyera keenly. No ill affects, nothing immediate at least.
And she's really hungry.
There's at least one question answered as he stands and... yeah, there's something not quite right. But it's automatic that she reaches out to briefly take his hand. Years of ingrained manners and politeness. ] Grant. I'm-- [ She considers lying to him for a moment. Maybe they already know her name. Maybe lying to them will make things worse. ] --Dawn.
[ She moves forward to the tray, still eyeing things warily. ] What do you mean, one of us? One of our kind?
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And she's really hungry.
There's at least one question answered as he stands and... yeah, there's something not quite right. But it's automatic that she reaches out to briefly take his hand. Years of ingrained manners and politeness. ] Grant. I'm-- [ She considers lying to him for a moment. Maybe they already know her name. Maybe lying to them will make things worse. ] --Dawn.
[ She moves forward to the tray, still eyeing things warily. ] What do you mean, one of us? One of our kind?