Nelson
"...Make it up to me-?" *Now that was weird. No, not the Lycanroc's decisions or what she was doing. She found it strange that this Skitty went from judging her to immediately trying to rectify such a thing. A few moments of uncertainty arose- She was puzzled, and as the water drifted and grew more calm, as the night sky continued to beam down its soothing light? She stopped. She sat down, front-paws keeping her stood upright as she nodded a few times over.*

"It's not really an act. It's just that I never really had this level of certainty in my life, it feels like. A lot of it's been... 'something', so to say." *Every unhinging of her maw, every word she spoke, it seemed to come from a place that was genuine, however? She had no real clue as to how she could properly handle this- It was a situation.*
*One that didn't seem to cast doubt upon, but one that she most certainly had to get through with urgency.*

"Like- You ever thought you couldn't like, I 'unno-..." *And so, the words were whisked away from her mouth, every word she planned on saying falling off to the wayside as she pretended to forget.*
"...Y'know-?"
Mark
*To say that the Skitty was perplexed about what the Lycanroc was talking about would be a big understatement.*

*Stella wasn't anywhere near sure what she was trying to get at. She knew that the giddiness wasn't an act. But what was it she had been feeling certain about, exactly? Getting the fish? Making a friend? And what couldn't she feel like doing at the end there, really?*

*None of this made sense to Stella, as she kept herself locked on to the stranger with a look of uncertainty. She really didn't know what to say, as she couldn't register a point the Lycanroc was trying to get across. But because she felt these words came off as if they meant something to her, she didn't want to knock it all off as gibberish.*

*It was best to say it up front that she wasn't sure what was going on, thought Stella. She wondered if she could get in a better position to try and fix things that way.*

"No, I'm... Not exactly sure what you mean," *Stella stated as she looked to the ground and away from the stranger for a split second, then putting her focus back on her.* "Like, at all. You're kinda confusing me here, honestly."
Nelson
"...It's fine! It's just kind of a thing about me, y'feel-? Just one of those things that you just, can't ever change!" *She couldn't help but tap her paw against the floor a little, her eyes darting over to the Skitty before she brought herself up to her feet, waltzing over and dragging her paws against the ground...*

"It's no problem, really! But, anyways, I'm just thinking, right-? Like, I haven't even given you my name! I'm Samantha!" *The Lycanroc smiles, her paw stroking against the ridge of her nose a little, head hung low as a means to reach up to her nose...*

"So, what about you? What're you doing out here, other than to get some peace and quiet-?"
Mark
*Samantha...*

*What a nice name. And it was good to get just a better idea of which she was talking about.*

*Yeah, Stella understood. Just thinking, and all. She did it a lot, now that she confronted the thought.*

"I'm just going to hang around for the night," *Said Stella while looking off and pointing her tail to the distance.* "See, I have my bag over there and everything."

*She hadn't seen anybody around before Samantha, after all. And she assumed that so long she left before morning and kept everything in as tip-top shape as possible, her sticking around would be fine. Cause really, who knew whether or not somebody else was using this place first and had simply left for a while before she got here?*

*Just to prepare for that possibility, Stella didn't have much set up. Only the bedding and the satchel put on top of it were hers. And right now, that was just fine with the Skitty.*