Emberwood i cry a lot, but i am so productive - it's an art

Lilitu whipped her head around, the words gradually softening her toward staying. 'Giants' piqued her interest, and she walked slowly toward the mongrel, chin lifted in inquiry.

What about giants? she asked, still frowning. I got mauled by a bear—that was a giant. You've got other stories to tell?

All in all, her curiosity was too much to overcome.