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Yeah, she definitely came across as weird and not all there, but Chaos was unphased by weird. Hell he'd grown up around weirdos like Hati and Mercy, and his mom was probably not normal by anyone's standards either. Her airy not-there ghostliness was pretty mild comparatively. He smiled crookedly at her. "You're not intruding on anything. See, you're on your side of the markers and I'm on mine. No harm, no foul." He gave a proud glance over his shoulder to the steppe. Distantly, a herd of steppe horses grazed quietly in the lee of one of the ruins. The summer grass waved, softly lush. Definitely picturesque. "I guess if you don't know where you're going this isn't so bad a place to find yourself. Better than most." He makes modesty sound somehow more arrogant than most kings wear their pride. "So what are your plans from here, if you don't mind me asking? Going exploring? Finding yourself a pack?" It wasn't really his business, but curiosity was one of his besetting sins, passed along from his mother. It wasn't really small talk - if they'd been reduced to small talk he'd have just walked away. He wasn't really too concerned with being polite, in general. No, he was actually interested.