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She grinned at the youth's genial nature, already wondering if she might have made her first friend in the area.  She couldn't wait to tell Dirge and Nyx that she had saved a kid's life...or at least saved him from a horrendously bad case of the runs.  She didn't know what poisonous berries would do, exactly -- her mom's simple command not to eat the berries had been enough for her at the time.  Meat was better anyway.

A bee buzzed around her head a few times and she gracelessly swatted at it as he asked her what her name was.  "Saor," she replied, and then added with a mischievous grin of her own: "But 'Berry Girl' works too, if you like that better.  How 'bout you?"  She wasn't very good at navigating this sort of social situation, and she couldn't shake the slightly awkward feeling that nagged at her now that the crisis was over.  Where she came from, everybody already knew who she was.  The anonymity of being a stranger in a strange land now was unnerving and yet also weirdly liberating.