Isohkuye dipped her head to show her understanding and she wasn't an apathetic, absent-minded dimwit just sitting beside him. But, overcourse, she was totally absent-minded and often heard more than you'd ever know. Then again, half the time it was quite interesting to stay within her mind for very long, regardless of intense tries to do so.
"Dio, Yonia, and Nico," she spoke softly, pronouncing the names just as he said it to be sure she said it correctly.
Brushing back her hair with a slim, delicate ivory finger, tucking a few ebony strands behind her right ear. From beneath her bangs peered dark, black eyes, gazing at Ladrao. The slightest of smiles, almost of forgiveness, but who was she forgiving? Or was it one asking for it? But she peered around her, at the ruins and the ravens, and then of this strange, strange individual.
And, of course, religion didn't appeal much to her. But it did to her family, if she remembered remotely well. They had been firm believers, but she hadn't grown up with them. They were no more than distant, dizzying memories that were slipping away as the moments passed.
Suddenly, the air went still and she had nothing to say, ask, or anything. She tried to scramble for something.. and fell through. She just gazed outwards, trying to collect her unravelling self. Like years of yarn rolled tightly, all beginning to unwind to thin, thin strands. Where was this taking her?
[sorry for not posting sooner! It's just my muse vanishes and.. stuff]