Hushed Willows Everything you are

Kunik hadn't noticed the young woman appear, nor was she aware of her thoughts. The warrior woman had no particular preference, male or female, though she had had her share of both back home. Here though, she had found herself developing an interest in Flora only for the wolfdog to dissapear after the locusts swarms hit.

Good ear turning to Grace and her head following suit, Kunik sent the girl a smile. "Nothing of importance. What are you up to lass?" It was a term of endearment not age, though for the girl's surrogate mother she might have used the affection of 'crone.'