Emberflame Ridge and they were roommates

Mallaidh resists the urge to say oh because on some level, Saarthal really wasn’t talking to the tree but she’s never good with those sorts of things. Instead, she looks back at the tree with weird jealousy before she’s shaken free of the thought all together. It’s stupid to be jealous. It’s just… a tree. She squints briefly, then turns back to her new companion.
 
“I’ve only dated one person… I think,” she says, pausing; should she consider Aviana? Or Artaax? The thought gives her a slight shiver. She shakes her head and vanquishes them from thought. “But neither of us… asked? We just…” she adds, shrugging one shoulder before she’s blindsided by the question. “Um… and, yeah, I guess? But I’m on the move so it’s gotta be fast.” Mallaidh licks her lips nervously, wondering what Varinril would think of her new friend. One ear twitches, clearing her throat, and hesitantly offering a follow-up: “unless you… want to come with me?”