"Friends, then," Haelvia shrugged while silently thanked the fates.
The prospect of having a new friend was wonderful.
Including Coraline, Haelvia had *amassed* a total of two friends in the Eastern States. Granted, one of them was Gaheris, but the second was a living, breathing--
"Eh?" Haelvia tilted her head, "An elf? Oh, you're the-- the girl we rescued a few suns ago."
She winced at her own clumsy words. She'd almost called Coraline a xeno... which would have been terribly rude.
Tyrion stereotyping against non-humans and mages was ingrained deep in Haelvia's psyche. Granted, she knew it wasn't fair. Everyone knew it wasn't fair. People are people. Elves are people. In theory, Elven Witches are people, too.
"Oh, yeah. I guess I probably should have started with that," The ball dipped apologetically. "Sorry. Was just excited to talk to-- y'know, another human being."
