Lu'lim purrs, the sound like the light ringing of tiny bells, as V continues petting her not paying Jackie too much mind just yet aside from a curious glance as the kitten makes its decision on whether to approach.

"The Spoken Races are a varied group, though the classification of the term was used in the past to discriminate against some of the other sentient groups who inhabit my home. As it stands those like me are Miqo'te, those like you whom we call Hyur, tall and pointed eared Elezen, the scaled, dragon-like folk called Au Ra, the lion-esque Hrothgar, the tall and rabbit-eared Viera, the strong and solid Roegadyn, and finally the pointy-eared and short Lalafell."

Q'uila's smile is soft with relief, "Aye, I am glad that I can keep an eye on her here and seeing as I have not seen her in nearly a year due to being dragged from our home to a place not dissimilar to this I am happy to be able to talk to her again."