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Kit was somewhat humbled that Amunet had chosen to share the story of Isis with her, since it seemed like something she carried very close to her heart. In a sense, they were suffering from a very similar loss, and while distressing to think about, in a way it was also comforting that someone could know her pain. Was that selfish of her? No, if there were any way Kit could bring Isis back, she would, so perhaps it was more of taking the best from the situation and trying not to let the worst of it rule her.

When Amunet asked after her age, Kit was at once relieved at the lighthearted topic change and somewhat amused. "I actually get that question a lot," she replied with something approaching humor in her tone. "Because I'm so short, I've never looked my age. I'm actually seventeen." she knew she was lucky if she looked fifteen, although perhaps the blindfold obscuring her large, childlike eyes might help, since her figure was no longer quite as girlish as it once had been. Then again, she never really wore the sorts of clothes that made it too easy to tell.

"How about you?" she added conversationally, helping put the last of the dishes back into place and heading for the door. She intended to pass a bit more time in the living room, even if it was just talking to her guest or perhaps playing a little more if Amunet was inclined to get to sleep soon. Kit had never been much of a talker, but she had missed her conversations with Liz a great deal more than she had realized; talking to Amunet was almost the same, in a way. Perhaps it was simply the force of circumstance, but they were indeed speaking on subjects both serious and not, much as Liz had been wont to with changes in her fancy.

There was something about that which reassured the young woman. If people as good as Norman and Amunet were still around, than surely all could not be lost. no, she most definitely had reason to hope even still. the thought brought a small, gentle smile to her face as she opened the door to the luxurious salon, gesturing easily in the direction of the couches.