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She turns to look at him again as he sinks into a seat. A small smile ghosting across her features as she settles in her own. Her own eyes linger by the fire, but shift to glance sideways at him as he thanks her and she nods, feeling unusually kind for everything that’s happened. Though every time she looks upon him, she thinks of someone else, and it curbs that edge of bloodthirstiness deep within her in a calming way. As if his new found presence here is a balm to her chaotic tendencies. And she appreciates it regardless. As she speaks of the house, he adds in with a chime and a hint of a laugh that’s reflected in her smile as she faces him once again. Her hand leaving her scar to twine with her other hand. And she listens intently as he begins to speak of repayment, to which she shakes her head and laughs in return. “Don’t worry about it.” She says almost abruptly. “But if you feel the need, I can wait a lifetime.” She adds, grinning to him in the firelight. She doesn’t want him to feel compelled to repay her for anything within a timely manner. She honestly doesn’t care if he repays her at all. But she lets him have it, just for normalcies sake. It makes things easier in the long run. “My home is yours for however long you need. Though Longnight is coming and I’m staying with many of the others in the Rathskeller – where we met. I would advise against being alone. You’re welcome to come with!” She offers brightly, offering him another one of her wolfish grins, though this time it seems quite less menancing and a lot more friendly. KiadA and here you come, with a shield for a heart, and a sword for a tongue.

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