Fraya listened to the old mans wise words on the nature of what a werewolf was, and of course just how one could choose to become a monster or not... Those words were far beyond her years and yet she felt like she understood them, though in the end she had little choice in the matter when it came down to it as she either adapted or fell into history like the rest of her people. "I understand, thank you so much for your words." Her tail now swayed lazily behind her, calmed by her conversation with Bomadier even if it was also about a powerful enemy that could give her a run for her gold.
Standing up from the stool she peered around the kitchen for a moment and rubbed her bare stomach "I was wondering, is there any chance I could get some food? I haven't had a good meal all day" She had gotten a small snack on the train but that was about it and now the old being was hungering for some fresh food! "Also umm, I didn't ask Alyon but where do we sleep?" She took a look back towards the living room just as a small pile of books tilted over and scattered across the ground.. Not that you could tell if you didn't see it.