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Yes, I have, she gives a short nod. Queen Toula is very lovely. I like to think we've started to strike up a friendship, y'know?
He talks of his own history, the land he comes from; which is decidedly not Akashingo, but it sounds as if it is similar. He plans to find a wife here, have children.
Inji pauses. Maybe, I don't really know yet, she gives a gentle shrug of her shoulders. I haven't thought about it much, if I'm honest. to that, a small giggle.
She had nearly forgotten that he had probably not come here to talk philosophy with her. She couldn't quite tell if her assumption had been right — she feels his eyes, still.
Inji shuffles so that her forepaws are tucked neatly up under her chest, and her eyes search him; trailing from the set of his face down his spine and to the feathered tail that rests adjacent to her own. She swallows. Is this... all you wanted, sir? her voice is quiet, eyes wide.