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Mhm, She answered, with every confidence in it. If he wanted that for himself, she thought he could do well. His question was a fair one, and as she moved she looked to him and shared, I... I was too comfortable at home, I think. I... I depended on my mom and dad, and... I didn't want to do that to them. I wanted to grow up, and be unafraid, but with my mom and dad around to protect me I never really tried, I guess, she breathed. There was more to it than that in which Leta cognitively was not aware of; trauma in the past had effected her to the point of her lack of desire to be anywhere but Easthollows internal territories. Before she had the opportunity to ask him the same question, one of the most gnawable looking sticks came into her line of sight. Stopping to gesture to it with a forearm, she breathed, Charlie, lookit that one!!!, tail sweeping behind her with glee. C'mon! One down in their treasure trove, a limitless number to go.