It's strange for her as well. Liam would probably scowl at her if he were here. But he isn't, and she has her dagger if anything goes wrong. So far nothing hasn't.
She nods quietly, then listens to his explanation. It doesn't go unappreciated—she knows what's best for starting campfires or for dwindling down into utensils, but for this 'paper'? Not a clue. Then she raises a brow as the list grows. Are these also involved in the making of paper?
"All right," she says simply. She'll ask him what this is all about if she actually finds such things. "Orcelito... I'm Riona." Hopefully she said right, though it may still sound strange with her accent.
"And I don't know if we'll find small bones. But I'll look." As she turns, she pauses to ask:
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She nods quietly, then listens to his explanation. It doesn't go unappreciated—she knows what's best for starting campfires or for dwindling down into utensils, but for this 'paper'? Not a clue. Then she raises a brow as the list grows. Are these also involved in the making of paper?
"All right," she says simply. She'll ask him what this is all about if she actually finds such things. "Orcelito... I'm Riona." Hopefully she said right, though it may still sound strange with her accent.
"And I don't know if we'll find small bones. But I'll look." As she turns, she pauses to ask:
"So what's paper?"