“The… a-ter?” The way Illia mispronounced it told him that no, she had no idea what a production was. “It sounds like you have a full life.”
Lia wondered if maybe she should try to do more human things, the feeling spurred on by his positivity; the woman had cleaned her bowl whilst the Orc was talking, but this time did not resort to licking it. Not because she did not want to (had the Stained invented a way to carry soup away without using the skins of animals, yet...? No, it did not seem likely), but because it felt a little rude, taking so much. Others needed some, too. Roki’s thumbs up caused her to gently mirror the move with her free hand like a child learning how to be normal, unfamiliar with what it meant, but gathering by the charming smile that toyed about the Orc’s lips it was a good thing indeed.
“Oh… I am sure if I need help, I will have another reason to visit your monastery, hm?” Lia hummed softly, getting to her feet to gently set the bowl beside the fire-lit cauldron, wondering if that was the correct place to put it. “And yes… always alon--”
The howl made every hair upon her tail stand on edge.
But not just her tail. For the first time in the interaction, the girl's long, fluffed up ears become somewhat visible against her snowy locks; they usually stayed pinned and were virtually impossible to see white upon white, but now they rose in alarm straight upon her head. The horror of the rot, and the call of a predator. Illia began to back up like a spooked animal as the other continued to wear a smile that barely seemed impacted by the yowling of the diseased animal, and though every inch of the woman would have loved to curl about the warm fire and try and fight with the innate desire to eat while she could there was no desire to come face-to-face with the lurking beast--
“G-Go.” A slightly shaken voice, fingers tangled together earnestly. “I thank you for the invitation… but I will go, too. It is dangerous.”
A scarce smile, curling up the corners of her mouth.
“But I will see you soon, I hope.”
The other had turned, peering out into the darkness of tangled woods as the moon began to show above the jagged tops of the many trees. The sound of the crunching of foliage underfoot sounded to his right beneath the half-crumbled arch-way, soft and careful, but no figure that any kind of human possessed appeared beneath the moonlight… the pearlescent white of fur gleaming. Two shining eyes spared him a glance between a swaying mane of gentle curls, separated only by a long, crescent horn reaching up starwards. The tall, elegant form of the unicorn and its ever-furling tail almost cast no shadow as she tipped her head to the Orc’s direction ever so slightly, and spoke,
“Good-bye, Roki.”
And like a trick of the light Illia turned and bounded forth, leaving only the dying sound of hoof-beats behind.