Ravensblood Forest so the past is not the past

Her face lit up at the praising words and looks Arturo gave her. There was nothing more encouraging than being right and impressing the ones she cared for. For Szymon she would've even accepted being thrown into the sea to see if the waves would return her alive- and no one loved Darky as much as she did. Not even Doe! Darky didn't have to talk to be enjoying to be around, Darky had something special- and with it came an equally special place in the young one's heart. She turned her attention back to Arturo, confused by one certain word she hadn't heard before. Death? The word felt heavy on her tongue for some reason. But it sounded very light, almost beautiful in a way.

Owh... She let out disappointed. Her spirit soon rose as Arturo continued though. "Isn't bein' vague partly lying?" She questioned. It was like, not revealing the truth instead of twisting it. Either way the person to be lied to or talked vaguely to would not know the truth. At least, not the full truth. She though hard about what he said next, finally remembering what he had said. They 're welcome 'cause ya and Skellige have an... The word was lost for a moment before it jumped back into her head. Alliance?