Eva
With a lack of feedback, positive or negative, she couldn't tell how much she was butchering the pronunciation, so Aria just had to assume that she was doing fine enough. Oh well, it was fairly unlikely she would ever meet one of the siblings in question, let alone recognize them as such, so indeed, it hardly mattered.

Reading the criticism on how she said Vhun's name, though, Aria nodded. That made a lot of sense, actually. "Vhun," She said, trying to say it like she'd been told to, ignoring the 'h' that she'd put too much emphasis on earlier. This time, she felt more confident that she'd gotten it close to good enough, and gave the Mothfolk a slight smile, hoping that she would agree.

So she was from the area, then? Or, at least, she lived there. That was somewhat surprising. Well, Aria supposed her assumption had been close to right, with how Vhun mentioned they lived in the capital instead of Crasmere. "I currently do not have a proper home location, but my sister and I were born in Khisfire." A fact that was surprising to most to learn, with the reputation of the kingdom being what it was.

She took a moment to read the statement, and then another few moments to reply, trying to figure out how to phrase it properly. "We got along as well as twins can get along, back when she was still alive. She passed away many years ago." Another pause, once more she was attempting to figure out what to say and how to say it. "But... I am glad to hear you get along with your siblings. It is a wonderful thing to have, and I do hope that you cherish them." Maybe a little bit of a weird thing to say to a stranger, but Aria didn't really care. She found it important enough to mention to risk weirding Vhun out.
Shawn
Vhun nodded, then, after a moment of hesitation, lifted her lower right hand to give a little thumbs-up. She wanted to make this affirmation of correctness as clear as possible. This had a two-part motivation. One, to make up for her lack of expression, and two, to make her stop trying. She didn't like the production that was being made of the pronunciations of the names of sisters and herself.


*Khisfire? I haven't been there, but I wouldn't have guessed.*

She couldn't say she knew very much about the place, but she had heard of it. It wasn't anything that concerned her, given she had no intention of ever setting foot in that kingdom. There was no reason. More than that, she really didn't care to hear too much about the intricacies of a country such as that.

*What was that like growing up?*

The mothfolk froze for a long moment at Aria's admission. Her twin was dead? Oh. She shouldn't have asked anything about her. That was incredibly awkward. The woman lowered her head in a rather solemn manner. She couldn't imagine losing any of her siblings, let alone a twin. It would be like losing a brood-mate, but perhaps a thousand times worse

*I am sorry for your loss. Truly.*
Eva
Satisfied, Aria nodded, believing that she had done a fine enough job. She supposed knowing the names wouldn't be terribly relevant, as she found it unlikely they would meet again in the future, but it couldn't hurt either. Actually, she wondered if she would ever stumble across Vhun again. Would she recognize the Mothfolk at all? Aria had no idea how different they looked from each other, after all.

"It is far from the easiest place to grow up," Aria commented, thinking back on that time with a hint of a smile dancing around her lips. "I suppose I was lucky that we lived on the outskirts of the country, where it is not as bad as the capital. Of course, there was still plenty of crime, and I was forced to learn to defend myself from a young age, but all in all, I could have had it much worse. It helped that my height made it so that people rarely dared to try and attack me." A light chuckle escaped her, and she fell silent, head tilted upwards slightly, gaze set on the sky. Despite the difficulties, those days were still relatively simple, and Aria often longed to return to them.

Lost in thought, it took her a few moments to look back at the Mothfolk and read what Vhun wrote next. Her smile soured and disappeared, and Aria gazed down at the weapon in her hands, right hand tightening a little around the handle. "Thank you," She spoke solemnly, "That means a lot." She didn't say anything after that, not wishing to elaborate on the events that took place on that day, the day she lost everything. It was an image that played on repeat many times in her head, and even now, Aria was unable to stop it from appearing in her mind's eye. Likely, it would haunt her until the day she died.
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Absently, she lowered her left hand to reveal the image carved into the claymore's pommel, gazing down at it. The symbol of Kamara was one that always brought her comfort, and it did so now as well. Aria breathed in, out, steadied herself, whispered a silent prayer to her goddess in her mind. "It was a long time ago," She eventually uttered softly, and that was all she was going to say of the incident.
Shawn
Vhun was a rather distinct looking being, however she wasn't necessarily the most social. Though she was by no means a recluse, she did find herself just a bit hesitant to interact with those she did not know. She really was fond of others, but they weren't always all too friendly in return. Typically her clothing was the point of conversation —and an identifiable feature—but today Vhun was dressed very simply.

*I see. That makes sense. It is good you made it out.*

It was a shame she'd put away the cards, Vhun thought. This would have been the perfect time to display good old number 11: *I understand.* It wasn't that she didn't want to talk, but rather that she didn't know what to say to such a description. Was she meant to recount some part of her own childhood? Or just acknowledge. The latter felt smarter..

Her nods continued, albeit more slowly, as Aria returned to the subject of her twin. There were no questions to ask here. None that would do anything except hurt. There were a few days in Vhun's own life that she wouldn't want to think about, much less recount to a stranger. No. It was best to express sympathies, then allow Aria to lead the conversation away from here. 

Vhun's eyes followed Aria's, landing on that enormous weapon of hers. Interesting. That religious symbol appeared to be some kind of comfort. She couldn't say she expected anything different, but it certainly was something to make note of.