"Oh, that might be so. You would surely know better than I," she's not going to argue with someone who calls her new. After all, she might very well be! Or, she might not. Certainly there was nothing specifically familiar here...
...but then, did that mean anything, really?
It's his comment about the fire that draws her attention most, however. Wood? Or course she knew wood would burn; torches and furniture, homes, tar, and trees, these things all burned. They burned especially if you set fire to them. But the idea of a fire, for fire's own sake, built from wood strikes her as inexpressibly strange. When had she last been warmed by a woodfire? It had been...
It had been so.... so long since...
The shudder is full-body, and therefore somewhat noticeable, given her unsubtle attire. No, best not to think of that. There's no light down that road. Move along, girl!
"You really musn't be hollowed then, nor your companions. We undead have our own kind of fire, after all, but I think it wouldn't give much comfort to others. I wonder how you came to be here, so far from anyplace safe."
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...but then, did that mean anything, really?
It's his comment about the fire that draws her attention most, however. Wood? Or course she knew wood would burn; torches and furniture, homes, tar, and trees, these things all burned. They burned especially if you set fire to them. But the idea of a fire, for fire's own sake, built from wood strikes her as inexpressibly strange. When had she last been warmed by a woodfire? It had been...
It had been so.... so long since...
The shudder is full-body, and therefore somewhat noticeable, given her unsubtle attire. No, best not to think of that. There's no light down that road. Move along, girl!
"You really musn't be hollowed then, nor your companions. We undead have our own kind of fire, after all, but I think it wouldn't give much comfort to others. I wonder how you came to be here, so far from anyplace safe."