"My name carries nothing, only my actions carry weight. And.. this has been the first day that I've been awake. My eyes fluttered open to greet my sister, seizing power.. my lover, returned from journeys abroad, and death by fire." [i]The Trayven woman would brush her thin hands together as she would then turn her gaze to the man who stood taller than her, no surprise there. She would bow her head still. Something of a polite courtesy, or act.[/i] "Perhaps we are both alike. Out of the loop and all. Though my comfort is.. sustained, I suppose. Thank you for showing care for one such as I, however. Though.. buried alive? Forgive me for my naivety, sir.. but I would hope that those individuals are long gone?"