Anastasia nodded slightly when he asked her about her health, "I no longer feel like I'm going to fall over... So better," She smiled at him, thankful that he had chosen to sit down. However, she figured that it was highly unlikely that he would have done anything otherwise, with her having asked him to. She looked toward the way to the kitchen before glancing back at Samsul, "It must be nice... Having someone know you that well. That you don't even have to ask for them to know."

She looked down at Melor, who lay at their feet, now eating the stick that they had been throwing for him earlier. She found herself biting her lip again as she looked around the room once more. She was unfamiliar to people. There wasn't anyone who would know when to make her food without her asking. On top of that everyone and everything was so unfamiliar to her. She found herself searching each room more often than she should, just trying to get an understanding of it. Become familiar with something she didn't understand. All of this was just so strange...