As a child, she had been more practiced with her words. Then again, her mother and father had given her a reason to be as such. They would ask her questions, give her purpose, direct her at times and so, she had repaid them with her words. Yet, those same words had gradually been lost in oblivion over time, gradually washed away in the stream of time though she had hardly noticed. It felt strange, then, to speak and become aware of a lacking. Lamia had kept all the beauty and magic of her bloodline and yet, she had lost their clever words or diplomacy. She hadn't the time to ponder the loss though for the strange woman was faster than any other to intrigue her further.

The mention of heritage made Lamia's lip twitch up, a momentary lapse in her features as amusement passed her by. She supposed the theory made sense; both wore coats of black and crimson, a build worthy of a fighter or a hunter. Neither showed any sign of weakness and yet, Lamia's left ear had been born deadened. Over time, she had corrected her posture, no longer having to tilt her left side forward to compensate and yet, it never seemed to move. It stayed steadfast on the woman even as Lamia's left ear tilted back, defensive momentarily before it fluttered forward again. A test. "Ita vero," she confirmed in her native tongue, a word even less used than the common and yet, vastly more familiar. It simply felt right, a call back to a place she had not seen in many years. Once upon a time, it seemed like all of Iromar had spoken such a tongue. Now, she only heard inklings from those with pale fur. "Do so," she followed with, a test of her own as she shuffled to better get comfortable. She expected no violence in this test and so, she was prepared to see just what this stranger schemed.