Dream A Little Dream Of Me

Eyrún wasn't oblivious to the way his attitude seemed to shift when she explained herself, but likewise she couldn't pay too much mind to it. It seemed his culture was more traditional than her own, and while she wouldn't fault him for it, she wouldn't pretend to truly understand either. They were from different upbringings, and suddenly that seemed very clear to them both. Ah, well - she wouldn't dwell on it for very long at all. For her, the body was merely a vessel... surely carrying the child of someone she deemed unworthy wouldn't be preferred. Crimes of the soul were far more egregious than whatever one might choose to do with their body. "To each their own," she commented simply, stretching her forepaws far in front of her. Regardless of what Éldi believed she still viewed him as a comrade, regardless of whether or not their friendship would ever morph into something more. "You're right, we should." With that she rose, stretched out all of her limbs, and made her way back the way they'd came.