Not much of an adventurer? Ah, that didn't matter to Titania. No-one had everything in common.
She had told a little bit about herself, which perhaps was too much. But there was so much more she wanted to tell him! But she was fair, and she would let Caeto exchange some of his memories and pasts. Whatever they might be. She didn't want to seem like a self-obsessed show-off. She shivered at that thought. Anything but. Yet she still was curious to know more about the tanned and creamy man.
"What about you? Do you have anything to share?" The girl would ask curiously, emerald orbs lighting up the night. She lowered her voice to a soft whisper, perhaps she was talking a bit too loudly.
She wondered what sort of family Caeto had. A large one of course. Maybe what his interests are, his favorite time of year, the most enjoyable place to rest? Of course, if he said those things, then she would tell hers. But he was open to say anything about himself. She didn't care what. Every word would bring her closer to knowing him.