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The way her expression lit up simply delighted Kirsi. The faint prickles of pain still dotted the corners of her vision. They'd been so small, she thought weakly to herself as flashes of her own deceased children invaded her mind, despite her best attempts to keep them at pay. "Lumi. What a nice name," Kirsi all but echoed her thoughts, smiling still. It was the sort of thing she would've appreciated at her age - verbal encouragement had always been something she'd enjoyed, even if true acceptance wasn't terribly important to her. "I'm new to Winterfell, actually. Me and my -" She paused for a second, considering her words. "- my friend Song joined recently. We were part of Acere's pack before he made Winterfell. So I'm not surprised you haven't seen us around yet." Perhaps she'd trust her more if she knew that? Not that being wary of strangers was such a bad thing. In fact, it was probably better than being overly receptive to them, as far as she was concerned.