"Alright!" She nods, earnest, and reaches up for more clothes pegs. It's strange to think of, that the 'her' who might have been able to miraculously escape Xue Yang on that riverbank and make it to Yunmeng would have been an exhausted, ragged beggar that no one would have looked twice at. She's really changed, huh? Getting invitations from a sect leader.

"Were you on a night hunt before you came here?" Fishing for stories is always safer than pursuing that line of thought.