Though Loccia had immediately seemed defensive, and almost afraid of her, any hint of those emotions slowly ebbed away - melting like a gentle spring thaw to reveal that same warmth underneath. Showing off the herbs tucked within her bag only seemed to help ease her worries, and slowly her own smile returned, gentle and genuine. "It's okay," Ara assured her, nodding slowly. Though she was not a woman prone to sudden fits of emotion, she might become a bit disoriented if someone brought up her father or mother around her - or even any of her siblings. It was obvious she had simply stumbled upon something that caught Loccia off-guard, and she wouldn't fault her for it. She wouldn't pry into the younger woman's slightly vague words; it was clear that her family had suffered in some way, and she didn't need to rehash the past, even if she was curious what had befallen her old friend Loccian.
Now that she seemed to recognize Ara meant no harm, she seemed more nostalgic about her grandmother rather than wary, and for that the elder was grateful. "Yes, the Kingdom of Seracia," Ara mused softly, feeling even more nostalgic herself now. She sighed, though the sound was as contended as it was pained. "I didn't live here long, but my childhood was quite lovely here. My parents ended up traveling east to live in a pack with a few of their family friends." And, eventually, her future mate. She felt more pained at the thought of Novel, but thought better than to bring it up. She'd spent so long dwelling on her first and only love that digging it all back up seemed fruitless now. The memories, though, would be treasured forever. "I do remember a grave from back then, though I'm not sure where it lies. Perhaps we could find it?" Ara asked gently, offering a slight - and barely noticeable - shrug.
