She blinks and looks hopeful and still a little wary but prehaps..It was worth a try. "well..I suppose we could..say hello." She half hums half states in thought.

Her ears perk p at that 'priest' thing. She knew some folks in similar lines of work. Mayhaps they would get along she'd hope so she rather liked learning about new places and peoples. She missed being able to travel in truth more then just in dreams. That poem by Tennyson came to mind. She was, more than half 'sick of shadows.'