Sohalia
It isn't that Soh thinks that someone should be able to just take what they wanted; she simply didn't wish to stir up trouble, sometimes to the point that she was too compliant. It had never gotten her into trouble before, and she didn't know what to think of the interaction downstairs. She also didn't know what to make of Sunjata's insistence that it wasn't her fault, so she simply nodded in silence. Regardless, he certainly had nothing to apologize for, given that she had simply shown up hoping to find him. She was about to protest, but then he asked a question, and she let it go.
She fiddled with her skirt, picking off a bit of lint that clung to the fabric. Her experience thus far in King's End was limited, and perhaps a bit overshadowed by the drunkard downstairs. "I haven't seen much yet," she hedged. "It's beautiful land, though." That, at least, was true: a region of fertile hills, it was unlike anything she had at home in Stormbreak, or even that she had seen on her travels to other regions of Caido. Looking back, she'd seen much more of forests and trees than she had of rolling hills.
She fiddled with her skirt, picking off a bit of lint that clung to the fabric. Her experience thus far in King's End was limited, and perhaps a bit overshadowed by the drunkard downstairs. "I haven't seen much yet," she hedged. "It's beautiful land, though." That, at least, was true: a region of fertile hills, it was unlike anything she had at home in Stormbreak, or even that she had seen on her travels to other regions of Caido. Looking back, she'd seen much more of forests and trees than she had of rolling hills.
I've been waiting for your touch to bring me home
