Firefly Glen and time breaks your heart

Oh— it appears they do not use formal titles here. Morwenna cleared her throat, embarrassed, but glad to heed his honesty to adapt her tongue. She did, however, find it amusing that he offered a rebuttal to her vernacular. It brought a smile to the woman's face.

Only when it suits you, Akavir.

And then he confirmed her suspicions of his origins. Committing the name to memory, she nodded. But she hadn't a single clue about the pack hunt going on in these lands now— Gods, how could she have stumbled across such a territorial zone?

Oh? Her voice came a little louder, as if she were finding her courage from within. No. No, I...am quite new here. I hadn't a clue there was such events going on.

She felt like a burden.

If this is your kind way of asking me to leave, it's no issue—