First, she tilted her head. Then she let out a soft laugh. You needn't worry for me, she promised. I'm quite alright. Perhaps a little strange. And I am blind. Perhaps, an important detail—Citlali had never seen the shrubbery travel the expanses herself. She simply believed what her siblings had always described to her.

She nodded in understanding at Kirain's words. It's good to settle, I'm sure. Admittedly, I find that preferable to travelling, she paused for a pensive few heartbeats, an ear twisting back. But sometimes, there's not much of a choice. And that's alright too, in my belief.

At the mention of something to eat, Citlali's body shuddered. It was an immediate reaction. 'Yes, yes, a thousand times, yes!' She wanted to blurt it. Yet, such a display of desperation would be... inappropriate. The woman may be odd, but she was not uncivilized.

I've been living on raspberries for a time now. The wolfdog admitted with a chuckle. I don't wish to intrude, but if you do find something, I would... greatly appreciate even a small portion of it. Shameful. To be but a beggar, pleading strangers for food—but it would be this or malnutrition. Citlali did not have a pride so big enough to opt for the latter.