Kara turned her head away in shame, thinking about her home.
"Somewhere worse than here..." she responded quietly.
"Didn't you look at me when you first saw me? I mean really look at me? I was a ten year old Corven from Goldshore, the other side of the Local Area, with nothing to my name other than those torn clothes I'm wearing, a rifle with 7 bullets and some rope. The day I was kidnapped I'd just spent my last fathom on a decent meal. If I hadn't been kidnapped, then right now I would most likely be chained up as a slave or dead. Maybe stealing to eat and hiding to sleep, if I'd been lucky enough."
She jumped down from the box and started walking towards Nyw.
"Now I find myself with a place to sleep, enough fathoms to buy a good meal, good friends, maybe better than I deserve, and the hope of making my dreams come true."
She stopped in front of him and leaned in closer to him, her arm at her side and away from her body, claws clenched, and her tail feathers spread, as if she was trying to make herself look bigger.
"I don't care if it's not up to your high and mighty standards. I earned this. I'm proud of it, and what I did for it. And I'm going to enjoy it." she said quietly.
With that she turned around and started quickly walking away, heading for the exit.