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He found it curious when she recoiled to his question. Not visibly, although her expression had changed, and her fur stood on end; he could tell that the question had put her on edge for whatever reason, even before she spoke her words. Raheerah failed to answer to her reaction at all, instead he looked her over, and twisted his expression into a scoff. "Thee earth aloone bears little promisse of saafety." He spoke, twisting an ear to the side. "There are moonsters that roam iiiiit." The beast added lowly, and his own voice, tumultuous and deep, rumbled with the words.

He could only assume then that she truly had no home; as a wanderer, she seemed to call the Earth itself her home, but Raheerah could find many faults in that claim. Like he said, there was no promise of safety. To live alone with the Earth as one's home is to lack a private space at all, to lack any place that others may call home alongside you. Even he, the Dragon, the criminal, could not survive forever without companionship. For as much as he despised the monk, and as much as Dawa refrained from his presence, Raheerah found use in them in that they did keep him from loneliness. Even without them, he would have sought out somebody, anybody. To listen to his voice, to breathe in the same air as he, to hear his stories. To quake in his step.

Was this not something she would desire as well?

Raheerah cocked his head again, but righted himself almost immediately. "Iiis it not lonesome?" He questioned, intrigued by her lifestyle, but doubtful all the same.