Haunted Wood I know there’s no saving us now

The girl offered a solemn nod. If that be the case, have them state your name so I know who sent them. She trusted few, and so, the girl was cautious. Even in her earliest memories, that's all she could remember was pain, fear, cold, and vigilance for her own safety that her own mother didn't care to offer. As for Vanity, if she was as honest as she sounded - hoped they could get along someday.

She had no reason not to trust Vanity so far. After being met with aggression she was nothing but calm... she answered the plethora of questions from a curious young woman with whom they barely remembered one another. It was a small step for Conquest to even have an inkling to trust anyone, and this was one of them. 

Her tail swayed at his description, how she resembled him so despite the difference in colour. State? She had to question, what did Vanity mean by that?