Firestone Hot Springs A pale being of mist and moonlight

"Oh," she murmured, a glint of concern shining in her dark eyes as Dulce looked away. Her head dipped minutely, gaze finding the pink serrations that curled over her skin like ragged tattoos. Perhaps it was best they both leave the past unspoken - it was obviously a source of pain for both women. 

"May the River become a sanctuary to you, then," the waif hoped aloud, offering a half-smile of extended camaraderie. "Have you any inkling of a trade that you might take up?" She asked after a moment - both to continue the conversation and change the subject.