[ no shit she wasn't from here. that strikes a nerve; xayah's frown deepens and her ears flick back against her head. she should leave this one for the scavengers. this place had to have wolves or something, right? maybe they would find her more useful. ]
[ information for a feather, though?. . . her grip on the blade tightens. ]
... fine.
[ the human obviously knows more than she's letting on. ]
Info first, then feather-knife.
[ the oh-so-gracious vastaya eases back, allowing her not-hostage some breathing room without the impending threat of vivisection. her gaze remains hardened, her lips in a frown. ]
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