She would listen politely to Atlas' words, knowing his advice and opinions were important. "It's hard to fit in anywhere" she says to him after he's finished, slightly bowing her head. A soft little smile appeared on her features, as if looking for things to say but failing. "perhaps that's why I'm a vagabond still. I wouldn't want to be a vulture. I'd want to feel like I belong in a court and its ideals."
But, ah... The night was growing too long for her liking. She lifts her head, smiling at her new friend. "I should let you get back" Willoughby states kindly "it was a pleasure to meet you, Atlas. I hope to run into you again." But if not... she could look back on this conversation fondly. She would turn to leave, giving the man a polite yet friendly nod.
"Have a good rest of the night!" she calls over her shoulder before setting off.
/ EXIT
“she speaks”
