Firefly Glen I've heard since I was younger that oil and water don't mix

liliana’s anxiety remained hidden despite their leader. she gulped and stared downward, but tried to keep her composure otherwise; surely, this man wasn’t like the other.

oh, it’s really pretty! yana agreed with nervous enthusiasm. she smiled, then looked between each of her companions, is it new? 

they weren’t asking where she’d come from, or where her parents were, and it wasn’t information yana necessarily wanted to give either. she would keep quiet about neverwinter for now, afraid that they might send her back.