“I don't think anyone really is” Willoughby remarks with compassion and understanding. Asking for help was a big step, and even she was loathed to admit she may need to do more... Be more. Perhaps she should start in strengthening herself, but how? Everyone seemed to be leagues above her in terms of strength.
She nods to Pol's question. “By now, yes” which opened questions to how long she had been in Novus “I don't really have a favorite place... I heard Night celebrates entertainers and peddlers, but I haven't found my place in Denocte.” And perhaps she never would.
“Forgive my ignorance but what does your goddess stand for?” she couldn't help but ask, seeing as if she was to perform in the Night Market... Well, the maiden had to know of their religion. She had to learn and perhaps incorporate those tales into her stories.
“speech”
