Pakuna shifted, and moved to sit down, shifting the great sword off his back. He set it down beside him, listening as she spoke. "First of, Evelyn, normal is over rated" he offered her a smile. He stare d down at the ground as he pondered how to answer her question. Such a difficult question to answer.

He took a deep breath, "well. I do not know how to answer that. There are some intense politics of my people. Ifeven one of my kind found out what you could do, they would either want you, or want you gone. You are either an amazing miricle, or a vulnerability to us." He frowned, wishing he could describe it better.

"However, if you do not believe me, you are free to go, although I advise against that. You are safe with me, I promise" he looked up, to meet her eyes. He really did mean it, but he wouldn't keep her here against her will."I wish I could explain to you better how this works here, yet I have lived in my worlds politics my whole life, and I do not even understand it completely" 

He offered her a smile, and shrugged, as if it were just a joke, but it was actually true. The politics of his kind was immensely complicated, with all the different races, the different needs, and then factoring in humans, it was just a complete and utter mess.