Orien's excited steps pause when she reaches a certain house, where a figure sits just outside, bundled up although it isn't cold. "Khnawan Ysenna! You waited up for me?" She stops, breathless, as the older woman smiles up at her. "Of course! So tell me?" "I came fifteenth!" "Oh, well done! Can you stay, or are you going home now?" Orien's smile vanishes as she looks away. "I should talk to my uncle." "Orien," Khnawan Ysenna starts, "you know you have a place here..." "Yes," Orien says, already on her way home. "Don't worry. I'll be fine."