Hushed Willows When I was a kid, I couldn't afford a soul

Lumiya. Valiant wondered if he was supposed to also say her name as if it was a chorus, and resolved to never say it at all, if he could help it. All the same, "Pleased to meet you," he replied, giving a hopeful wag of his tail. Maybe this wouldn't —

Oh dear. More talk of faes. It wasn't hard to believe, however, that the girl he'd freed from the mud was one of the fair folk. And this one was equally as strange, so Valiant wasn't sure what to think about that.

"Right," he said after a beat, a bit uncomfortably, but a bit flattered as well, since the pretty girl had spoken of him at all. "I did meet her. This place — I was born here, and that's why I wanted to be part of the pack. But I'm not one of the fair folk. Is that okay?"