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A small smile pressed to her lips at the impersonation of a ghost—absolutely, after talking with him even for a few moments, she could see the two were related—talkative, humorous. Of course, when getting to know another, the familiar question was posed—her family, and she cleared her throat, continuing her task.

“I’m from a forest a little north of here… in the taiga. There was a wildfire….” She paused, holding back a grimace at just how awkward she was. He must have thought her to be the most depressing company. “So, just little ol’ me. Did a lot of traveling and stuff… Now I’m here.”