The Heartwood Everything, everything, everything.

she is hesitant to answer to the older woman; shikoba's father would take it as disrespect to not be able to promptly answer. but thankfully for ciri, shikoba is not a reflection of her parents. she can only be herself.

when asked to clarify her name, the scarred agouti nods her head. she is thankful that a name is given to her to help identify the younger girl, ciri. it's pretty, different as well. reflects all the interesting names she had learned while she spent her time in these wilds. but perhaps shikoba is the one with a weird name, she hasn't thought of that aspect before.

the defensiveness of the girl certainly caught the native off-guard, but she puts it past herself. however, shikoba is not just blunt, she is also persistent. the scars on her body are a constant reminder of her persevering nature. she blinks at the girl, eyebrows furling as she takes a step forward. her tone becomes a little more serious; her word choice slow but full of intent.

"eyes don't lie, ciri." shikoba is not an empath to the greatest degree, but she has known what it is like to withhold something from others in the fear of bursting open. shikoba is also aware of the way the girl is acting, flighty like a bird, defensive when asked to clarify. the pause in her answer, unsureness. "ciri say one thing but... eyes say different." perhaps shikoba should not prod the girl if she does not want to spill; perhaps she will illicit another defensive response from the girl, and then shikoba will have to decide where to go from there. 

"lies no help ciri if upset."