Lost Creek Hollow Meet n' Greet

Ilya

Ilya smiled and looked down, a wave of jealously falling over her. She meant nothing of it, she just wished she'd felt that sense of pride that this brute felt over... Well, over anything. "That is wonderful," she murmured softly, looking back up at him. "I hope this place sticks around, it's gorgeous here and seems quite well-run," She winked at him, hoping he'd understand her playful compliment.

When he asked if she'd be staying, she quieted a felt herself fall into a deep thought. She opened her mouth a few times to speak but wasn't sure how exactly she would get out what she wanted to. Finally, she managed to string some words together without letting her past stray from her own mind; after all, it was the past. 

"I want to say yes," She began, pausing for a few moments again. "But there are some things I can't avoid. I have yet to find those things here, and if they stay away, then I won't go looking for them," She smiled, letting out a sigh to calm stressed thoughts. "I do love it here already. The territory is beautiful and, once again, it's well-run. I see no reason I should leave," She looked back up at him and tilted her head shyly. "Besides, I kind of want to see it grow myself."