Kintla Flatlands cause i can stand to stay here, right where i am

Taking a few steps forward as she rose so they were now only a few feet from each other, Rhaenys listened with a newfound interest. "Diaspora." She repeated after him, testing it on her tongue. Odd name but she heard odder. She followed the jerk of his head, looking over his own to the lake in the very, very far distance. She wouldn't have even seen it if he hadn't said something. His question brought her attention back to him again and, slowly, the girl settled back into a relaxed stance. "Yeah, been on my own for a while." 

"What's the task?" 

Would she help? Probably not, but all in the sake of conversation, right? 

She hated conversations - what was she even doing? She didn't know.