Hushed Willows álfardómstólinn

A small "Oh...." was released from her lips upon being told that they were, in fact, siblings and not mates. The ginger woman's tone suggested that she might've been annoyed by the assumption, and Izu felt her face heat up in embarrassment because of it. Next, there is more of the unknown language being mixed in with their common, and the young crane couldn't help but think they were in a similar situation as she -- arriving to the Teekons -- having to get a better understanding of the language being spoken here -- and finding a place to call home. If it weren't for the less-than charming encounter from the other day, Izumi would've been a little more relaxed to the duo she could relate too.

Ink-stained audits pricked upward at the sound of another voice behind her, turning to see a familiar coat forged from sterling-silver; Sundance, she thought. She hadn't really interacted with the sire (well, aside from now of course) but from what she could tell, he'd been here for a while now. So have others that Fujiwara had yet to meet.

In response to his curious question, she nodded her pale cranium in agreement. "Yes, neighbors. Specifically from watch. Says they come to say hello..." She did not mention any suspicions she might've had on them yet. Perhaps later, or maybe not at all. Depends on how smoothly their current interaction went...