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It catches her off guard when the woman asks for her name before giving her own and her ears fan back quickly, lips parted just slightly as if she were going to answer in reflex. The few seconds she has to stop herself, however, the woman introduces herself and Mallaidh brushes off the strange exchange. “I’m Mallaidh,” she says then but listens as she moves into the explanation of her next leg in her journey. She lances off to the left, in the direction she assumes is her home, but doesn’t bring it up anymore. She does briefly wonder why she doesn’t want to go to the sea but her mind can’t wrap around what that looks like anyway. Instead of pressuring for more questions, though, she takes a step back. “I should probably go,” she murmurs, shuffling her footing around.