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Arcana shakes off Eileen's apology. There is nothing to apologize for. If anything, the filly is grateful for a break in the monotony of her sad, and lonely desert life, and she is pleased that the chestnut mare looks a bit farther from the brink of death than the last time they met.

Her expression remains of pleasant concern until Eileen's startling request. Arcana's exotic ears turn, and she casts an anxious glance to her mother. Does she have the authority to make this sort of decision? After a moment of consideration, Arcana is startled further by the reality of her situation. If she doesn't have the authority to invite Eileen to stay, then who does? Johnny is nowhere to be seen and Brijesha is in no condition to agree to words she can't even hear. Arcana regards her new acquaintance with wide eyes and answers as honestly as she can. "I guess so. I don't see why not..." Her voice trails off, and her young ears swivel with uncertainty. She's been in charge of her mother for some time now, but this is the first time her leadership capabilities have extended beyond that. It's a heavy moment for Arcana to consider.

This filly hesitates for a few seconds with her ears turning. She licks her lips, tasting the power she's just discovered. She is not the type that hungers for power. She is much like her mother, in that she will gracefully accept a position of authority when the opportunity arises but she will not fight for it. She could really take it or leave it.

The filly comes to terms with her own indifference in those seconds, and her mind shifts gears. Her ears come to rest on Eileen once more and she asks, "Are you hungry?" If she's going to play hostess for a while. She might as well do it right.