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Zephora had taken to humming an old song from her village when Dareth came plodding out of the woods by Dubhradh. The Chasind woman smiled brightly and lifted a hand in greeting to the halla -- relief flooded her system as she realized that this must mean Blysse was close as well. She knew that there was no way the halla would have left Blysse alone anywhere. Her eyes lit up as she muttered praise to the halla, whom Dubhradh greeted with an air of relief and annoyance. Zephora took a moment to glance into the denser woods behind her, she could have sworn she knew Blysse had been following them -- call it a sixth sense if one must. With Dareth's presence, Zephora found happiness in the affirmation of her thoughts.

Turning back around to face the camp, Zephora was slightly startled by the appearance of a party member she had yet to really meet. She couldn't recall the woman's name, but remembered that she was quiet and usually kept to herself or stuck around the tall elf that Cash seemed so partial to. She was even more startled when the woman offered her a greeting. The Chasind froze for a moment, but bid the woman a greeting. She sniffled slightly, falling into silence before addressing the woman again, "A bheil thu ga mo thuigsinn?".

She had not encountered another that had spoken her language, not yet. Wouldn't it be marvelous if this woman could? She wouldn't be so isolated from everyone, then; she was certain that the other party members would rather conserve energy than expend it on a woman they must imagine just popped completely out of nowhere. Zephora's head tilted to the side slightly, eyes narrowed in wonder as she awaited a response from the woman.