Three's a crowd

A smile formed when Esarosa said they loved it here, though mild curiosity formed at the "we" part. Did the woman mean she and her friends? Truthfully, she hadn't gotten the chance to talk to them all and get to know them, but she'd change that soon enough. She wasn't one to stand by and just let everyone feel forgotten, no. She would find the time to talk to everyone and make sure they felt at home. That's what Ivalice was made to be, to feel like home and a place where one could belong and strive to be better. "That's good, I'm glad you like it here."

She led the pair towards the side that bordered Yfir, and while she didn't think they would try an attack, one couldn't be too careful when living next to a pack that harbored the firm belief that one of her members still belonged to them. Of course, she still didn't know what she'd if Katja came knocking, but those were thoughts for another time. Her attention snapped back when Esarosa made mention of the yearling that had come with her. What was his name? Itri? He was a rather grumpy one, but he was a member of the pack regardless. Concern crept up on her as she stopped then. "Perhaps...but just in case, I'll have the pack keep an eye out for him. Hopefully he isn't hurt...He's a part of our family, so we need to look out for one another. If I find anything out, I will inform you. And I'd appreciate if you did the same."

Picking up her pace again, she couldn't help but still wonder what the "we" meant. And the more she tried to ignore it, the more it gnawed at her. Finally, she just had to ask. "Erm...when you said "we", who did you mean? You and your friends? Or you and a special someone?" At that last part, a mischievous grin split her lips. She wondered who it was, assuming that's what she meant by "we".