She had nothing to hide. Yahto saw secrets as something people were ashamed of and that's why they were kept secret, kept hidden from others. However, she had grown up in a house full of careless, and untameable women that were strikingly offensive and grated sorely on their own small society, but loved, comforted, and supported eachother as they simultaenously drank, smoked, and stayed up to all hours of the night. Her family expected nothing less of what she had exhibited back at home - her nature must and always would remain. Her family shared everything from clothes, food, drink, smoke, secrets, and, at times, men and women as well.
A village in which it was engraved in a person's mind that every outsider was a demon? Her mind worked around that thought, her lips secured tenderly around the cigar, thinking about such a thing. The smoke blew from between her lips, held tilted at that thought, slipping her shoulder out from under the strap of her bag, dropping it to the ground a good distance from the fire and squatting, fingers twisting at a lock of black hair that curled around her jawbone.
"Hm?" She asked, gray eyes flickering up to the man who called himself Baile. "He's dead," she told him with an amused smile. Yahto had an array of lovers in her time, some were dead, and others just gone.
Milo the Great? She inclined her head towards Milo in greeting, her smile never slipping from her lips, curling very slightly to become a grin of sorts.
"Nice to meet ya both," she told them, her mischevious smirk turning into a wide grin.
Her hair? She touched it thoughtfully, at first bemused by his comment before it occured to her what had happened some time ago. She giggled softly, remembering the moment. This is why she generally tried to stay near lakes and rivers and streams. You never could tell when a little something such as setting yourself on fire would happen upon you.
"Indeed," she answered, flashing another grin that was so characteristic of her.
Then 'Milo the Great' spoke. Her eyes drifted up to him, brows arched over smoke-gray eyes. Why did he hope her claim was an empty one? The confusion certainly showed on her expressive face. In turn, she propped her elbows on her knees and leaned towards him slightly, head cocked.
"Is being a demon's lover a bad thing?" She asked him, bringing the cigar to her lips once more.