[ It's a silence she certainly can appreciate. As much as she loved the new assertive choice she's begun to make, there's a loneliness she feels for having her own space. She has no home or sanctuary, even if she had long since abandoned hers.

She settles nearby, right near a small set of tools. Idly, she traces her fingers across them and listens as her bird finally perches nearby. ]

So long as they get some hands on deck to handle the influx of travelers... a few animals seem like a small penance. [ There's an awkward smile as she pulls her knees to her chest, resting her chin upon them. ] I've had no such like finding answers or an explanation for... a few things. Even the history books I've come to find aren't very helpful.

[ Some don't even make sense. So — ]

People just have pity for Atrómitos, but it's lost to the years. People aren't interested in preserving things...