Vieira caught a movement from the corner of her eye and her golden orbs turned to look at the woman as she stood, advancing toward the cave as if she had been invited. She looked nervous or shy and Vieira took a few steps back into the cave but it was evident the other was coming forth. Perhaps her wave had been misinterpreted as the need for company and Vieira's breath quickened, her heart beating faster in her chest when it was obvious she was coming and not making a detour to go somewhere else. The slave retracted her steps to the entrance of the cave and standing off center with her hand placed neatly on the wall of the cave. She started to get nervous because Kaena was not around and she knew could not ignore the woman she accidentally summoned to her home.
The other stopped short of coming inside, asking if she wanted company, and Vieira awkwardly stared at the woman's hands. She was not able to make eye contact because of her status (and it was naturally odd for her and made her feel awkward if she ever had to) and thought about how to answer. "Okay," she said quietly, not objecting nor admitting she wanted it. A new face was not so bad but she hoped she did not ruin the connection between her and the woman standing in front of her. "Miss Kaena lives here but she is away," she said, making sure the other knew the sub-leader of Inferni was the real inhabitant here. Kaena just allowed her to keep the small room off to the side because she was her property. Vieira realized how lucky she was to have her own room instead of being chained up outside like the woman's daughter had treated her.
"Do you want to come inside? I can get a towel," she said, offering up her kindness and services. She knew Kaena would want her to be polite to the members of Inferni and slowly, Vieira started to back up to let her in. The entrance of the cave was rather wide but she made sure to get out of the way. She turned toward where they kept a small stack of towels (what she used to cook with so she did not burn her hands on the skillet) and grabbed two medium sized pieces of cloth to return to the drenched woman. She wanted to ask why the other had been in the rain, just sitting there, and not back at her den (if she had one, that is) in order to keep out of the rain. Vieira had not waited for her to speak before she returned to stand in front of the woman, her arms holding out the off colored towels toward the soaked woman. "My name is Vieira Lykoi," she said as she focused her golden eyes on the ground. She wanted to go ahead and explain what she was but instead, she kept it quiet and hoped it would not turn out the same as it had with Anselm.
