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There were words she recognized better than others. Hello was an obvious one and she knew by now that it was a meant-well greeting that should be returned. Yet she remained silent even as she was greeted. It almost seemed as though the Merei was holding her breath.

Then it escaped her. A wispy sound of air escaping her, close to a sigh but not quite. Then a deep breath through her nose as she soaked in all the scents that surrounded them, eyes shutting for the time being. Home. She rumbled softly. Home? It presented like a question this time as she stole a glance at the tattered woman.