[@Blueflame][@Triesa]
[in the tavern (near the bar)]

Vivi sat attentively as Blue spoke, and smiled as he explained his nature to her. As he continued and shifted into a melancholy grey flame, she waved a hand dismissively.

“Oh I wasn’t meaning to pry, don’t feel like you have to share anything you don’t feel comfortable sharing.” 

She reaches over and gently pats the little flame on the wispy tip of its head, her hand was warm, soft, and slightly moist; but not wet or harmful to him.

She turns to Conda and levels the same question at him: “Where did you come from before you found your way here?”