Haunted Wood I know there’s no saving us now

She was cautious. Conquest knew Vanity hadn't come alone.
You weren't scared if you had your target in front of you.
Her stance was ready...she'd been trained by someone, even for a little bit.
Or managed t get into enough fights to learn, but she didn't seem too worse for wear.

She seemed to accept the words, but she barely knew Vanity. A fleeting name and face in her early life before she wandered too far away.
If she'd simply been lost, why couldn't she be found? Vanity looked when she could...when her own kids were old enough to be left long enough to look for everyone elses.
And no one helped when her's disappeared.

"I came to pick up an old friend." She wouldn't tell her that is was her Father. Perhaps lie and say it was Rokig. He might as well be dead. Very likely was...poor guy.
"You made it back though." She didn't know what to say to her.
She didn't look like she needed comforting.