"Amaris," she says. "Amaris Callosum. That is my brother." She can only hope that he's alive. The situation back home is... dire, to say the least. "Regardless, you stand in Mythris, specifically the lands of the kingdom of Avon. It's common for people to awaken here. The land is ancient, and built upon magic that we can only guess at. And I take no offense to your presence here, as you give me no reason to need to."
The smile she gives is awkward, perhaps a sign that she's more shy than angry.
"You are welcome to stay as long as you need to, provided you cause no harm to any animal that can speak. We have other laws, but they're... common-sense. Don't hurt children, don't hurt family. That sort of thing. I wouldn't mind hearing more of your stars. If they speak to me even with half the volume of the spirits, I would listen."
Rejoice despite the fact this world will kill you
Rejoice despite the fact this world will tear you to shreds
Rejoice because you’re trying your best
