Pining, pining, pining. The words forced Eto's ears back, her body shifting back a stride before she attempted to recompose herself; she postured herself into something more akin to confidence. She straightened herself, pointed her ears, opened her eyes wide and wore the gentlest hint of a smirk. Nobody likes somebody who looks sad, she thought to herself though her stomach still knotted and hissed with the memory of her time spent alone. She had to be a fast learner if she ever wanted to convince others, if she ever wanted to fit in.

And so, she did her best to do so; she even mirrored the woman slightly. She did her best to look larger, stronger, more important, less like a shadow. Besides, this woman had given her good news. There's a place for loners, the thought made her grin momentarily to herself, a flicker of teeth on her blackened lips. "A meeting," she repeated, almonst in awe at the prospect, "just like a real pack. They have meetings, you know. Yes. They talk about important things. Do you?" Like places to live, places to hunt, things to eat, things to do. With a pack, with a group, she would always have somebody. But Solstice? It made her hesitate, biting her lip with hesitation and yet, with one quick step out into the light, she chose to dismiss the thought.

"Maybe, and perhaps she was overstepping a boundary, "the gypsies can be family." She mused the thought, blinking up at the sky as she adjusted to the sudden light that poured over her pale body, illuminating the strawberry blonde that marked her. She felt as if she was glowing like the woman. "Maybe then, the shadows won't be so cruel." She could escape. She liked the idea. For the first time in a long time, somebody had received a genuine smile from her.