[Open] Home is where your head lies

I'll let you know along the way, it seems a good idea to keep in touch as information can change.. As much as she hated the idea of having to be more in debt to someone, Flea knew she needed the help. She couldn't keep stealing to feed herself, and hunting was something she had never really had the stomach for. She could filet a person open and never flinch, but a hind, or a nug? Even knowing they were bred to be killed to eat? Never. She couldn't raise a hand to something so helpless. She'd eat fruit and grains before she'd kill for meat, even if her stomach demanded it.

She needed the help though, even if it would leave her more in debt to the man. At least it was to someone who knew the struggle of elvhes, knew, from his own admission, that he was working towards something more sustainable. Her eyes searched his face, trying to find a reason and she could find none. He seemed truly genuine in this. Alright. It would be nice to not have to pocket apples and apricots from the market and then keep looking over my shoulder.

She told herself she could trust Ailwin. And if Flea was good at anything other than fighting, it was making herself believe something enough that it was true. She had to -- in the ring she had to believe she was the better fighter to live, so convincing herself she could trust him was just a matter of believing it hard enough. And it would be nice to keep talking about this organization somewhere we can't be overheard.


@Ailwin