Dragoncrest Cliffs i'm circling the drain, i'm washing out

What makes you say that? Val generously offers her the other half, and while she hadn't planned to eat any of it herself, she takes it anyway. It's a good thing, isn't it? That they trust you. I'd imagine that's a hard thing to come by here when you're... y'know.
Maleah herself had not been born of this land; fresh blood for a sheltered group. While she thought her assimilation had come along nicely, she still stuck out a bit like a sore thumb — she spoke not the language, had not known the history, had never met Rosalyn nor Erzulie. And Val — well.
Perhaps they had more in common than Maleah previously thought.
Can I ask you something? gnawing at a pectoral fin, she stops short, bringing her gaze upward to meet that of Val's. Were you, um, were you born here?