"I agree," she admits almost brusquely. She has come to a sort of terms about it now, but there is no completely satiating the feeling of being robbed of everything she was meant for, for that new sense of purpose to be yanked out from under her just as the concept of a future was beginning to piece itself together for her.

She shrugs one shoulder, "But wishes never got me anywhere." She wasn't a wishing sort, anyway. Prayer, that's different, though some don't see one as distinct from the other. Many, many prayers were sent to her Saints during her time at The Menagerie.

"I have two from home here as well." An amused little twist quirks her mouth slightly. "Have you met Jesper?" Most everyone meets him first, it's almost a running joke to her by now.