Welcome to Gaia! ::

She shoots him an unreadable glance at the mention of a cage, then gives a small smile. "I doubt a cage could contain such as I. Vines do have one nice thing about them. A thick enough one dropped at the right angle can bend metal. Now if my life were being threatened, as in, you were trying to kill me, then I would fight. But simply keeping me from returning the boring, lonely existence I had before? No reason to fight." She shrugs, doubting he'd ever truly understand her reasoning.

She snorts slightly at that. "It isn't losing my freedom if I choose to not fight it though. It is simply making another choice in life, choosing another path than the one most people expect you to take. Unexpected things are good to spring sometimes, as long as no one is harmed drastically from such an event. "Just as you did not act as expected of your race in regards to me. And again, it isn't considered slavery if I don't fight against it, if I don't fight for this so-called freedom you think you'd be taking away from me." She watches him back, tilting her head the slightest bit to peer at him through the tangle of hair.

She nods slightly as he listed the reactions she had been expecting of their encounter, then blinks rapidly in surprise at him pushing her hair back. "I'll try. It's another old habit of mine since usually the sight of the scars tends to creep others out and make them treat me differently, like I'm some kind of monster about to devour their still beating hearts or something." She says, removing one of her clips to clip the hair further back from her face.

She raises an eyebrow at that, wondering what he meant by not pleasant. "If you're talking about looks, there's nothing wrong with the way you look. Black is how the forest is at night, and the bright green that glows in the dark reminds me very much of some of the plants and even some animals that come out at night. It's... comforting to me, to say the least." She shrugs slightly, a faint blush on her face. "And I do not wish to be known as an eater of hearts, personally."

She blinks at that, then chuckles slightly. "Nothing wrong with your personality, either." She blinks again in slight confusion at his comment about her owning a piece of his heart, then slowly stands up with him. "I hadn't thought such a thing would happen, but if you do not mind your heart belonging to me, I can not argue against that." She gives a small smile. "In truth, you might own a piece of mine as well. And since it was you who found this place, I will let you decide on who is going where. Perhaps the second floor can be repaired over time."

She chuckles at that, then nods, peering up at the ceiling above them. "The vines would definitely help, but I think most of that up there would need to be ripped out and replaced altogether. Most of the wood looks pretty rotted out. We're just lucky that this first floor, at least, is in good condition."

She chuckles slightly at the idea of hammocks, then grins at him. "Hrm... I could try weaving some strong vines into hammocks if we can't find any to bring home." She watches him hang from one of the beams and flicking her tail the slightest bit.