Tuktu Weir I hate to look into those eyes and see an ounce of pain

"It makes no sense at all," Wraen agreed wholeheartedly, though the crooked grin and the mischievous twinkle in her eyes told that at the moment she was enjoying a joke only she could understand. 

"Oh, but I love traveling and exploring," she countered, remembering all of the other small expeditions around the area that had gone better than this one. The people she had met along the way, the interesting places she had seen. "I spent most part of my first year as a nomad with my parents. I have been to places, I have seen things, though getting lost is a new thing for me."

"Hmm... what about a grumpy grandpa?" she mused out loud. "There is a vacancy for that job at the moment. Because my maternal grandpa is dead and the paternal - well - dad never spoke about him much."