Shroud of the Lost might zone out to the yap of the magpie

Few ragtags. A cubbin', a woman. Myself, o' course. He had no way to know that it would blossom in the days to come. That he'd go chasing after Clouse with a tender heart.

But Ve? Well...she didn't seem so bad, hm?

I think you'd be welcome, if you ever wanna stay. Even if only to eat up and head out. A little shrug of his shoulders, a soft roll of them followed too. He'd leave the ball in her court though. He knew that some on their search for freed felt stifled by even the smidge of company or loose order.

give me love give me fendi my balenciaga daddy

Ragtags… and a cubbin? She hadn’t the faintest idea what that was, but she didn’t have it in her at the moment to ask. No, instead she would let a small smile crack her face as he offered to let her into that little ragtag group.

“I think I’ll take you up on that, Loach… at least for the night.” She could not nor would she promise longer, but at the very least some good company and the ability to ask just what a cubbin’ was appealed to her. It was enough to have her following after him, letting him guide the way.