Emberwood coquilles.

Despite her pledge, the invitation to go home with this pleasant enough woman was met with a strained look; a flicker of indecision. She wouldn't recant what she'd said but Stryx wasn't ready to go with Lumiya yet. She still had the taste of freedom on her tongue. Another day, maybe. She refutes sharply, a bit too unkind in the heat of the moment. Then she's glancing at the girl apologetically with a little frown on her face.

Sorry - I mean, you don't sound like you need me that badly right now. I have a mission to adhere to. My vows require I keep on the move. But I will come back this way in a day or two. It wasn't much of an explanation; but Stryx had presumed this girl had understood her to some degree, and accepted her pledge in spite of it. Is that... acceptable?