Deepwood Weald 'cause you'll never find the answers

Moira heard his question, and for once agreed. She agreed on something, for once, with another. "Yes...we all are" she said in a quiet murmur. Then she shifted back to her sneer, feeling the conversation was drifting to personal. It was how she always felt, always afraid. 

"You have somewhere to be, yes?" Moira asked to the Marruz, watching him with a peculiar look.