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at his question, she purses her lips, half glad he doesn't think her stupid. she'd never really considered the why, only the what, though she supposes, "they might have gone to deeper waters. or—or maybe, fallen through one of the cracks." the ravines and sinkholes she's seen had all been landlocked, but she supposes it isn't impossible for the same thing to have occurred underwater. that seems bad, though, and some pressing nags at her, but she doesn't stop to wonder at it. 

her attention returns fully to him once more when he answers, and she takes a moment to consider before replying in turn. "I like wandering, exploring. but I'm not much good at finding my way back, or navigating at all, really. and being alone so often doesn't really suit me, I think." she wants her people, just like Dulce had said. Undersea where he true people, this she understood to be a basic truth of her character, despite the fact that her memories of the place were faded and sometimes, warped. but it was, had been, perfect; one day, she'd find that place again. 

they draw near to another pack, for a moment, she's hopeful, but the dark trees are entirely foreign. taking a cue from her companion, he hastens her step, leaning slightly nearer to him as her attention turns on the borderline, half expecting someone to charge out at them.