When he asks if she had met any familiar faces, her midnight gaze brightens with a smile. “I have, one old friend and a few that knew the same lands and the same faces that I did - so it’s almost like we were old friends.” She thinks of Kensley and of Set, two that were undeniably old souls like her, but who she felt a kinship with almost immediately because they were bridges to her past. They had wandered the same pathways she had. “There are most ghosts haunting this place than I ever would have thought. Which makes it feel a little more like home.”
And then, when he replies to her, she takes a small step closer. Not too close, because she certainly doesn’t want to impose herself on anyone, but just a fraction closer than they were before - adding a physical emphasis to the words that she speaks next. “Well you’re not alone anymore.” She states this simply, though there’s warmth in the words and her gaze as she looks at him, every word and every line of her body soft.
Obviously, at the moment, he wasn’t alone - but it was more than that too. Every time Agetta met someone, met another ghost, it made her feel more solid. There was one more someone out there who knew her face, who knew a little of her heart.
And she was that for this stallion. This stallion who she was going to have to think of a nickname for or something, because she was quickly deciding that she liked him too much to ever call him Garbage.
@[garbage]