Eva
Aria nodded in response. "Indeed, it is good. I do not believe it is a good place to live, personally." Was it a little judgemental? Probably, but having lived there, she knew better than most what it was like - and why it was a good thing to avoid the country if one could. Ever since leaving, she hadn't been back even once, and she hoped to be able to keep it that way.

She was glad that Vhun didn't ask about her sister. Indeed, it wouldn't accomplish anything but bring up memories that the Aasimar would really like to not think about right now. Of course, even if the Mothfolk had asked, Aria doubted that she was going to talk about it at all, but still, it was appreciated that she didn't have to do so at all.

Deciding to set the thought out of her mind for now, Aria covered the symbol back up, feeling much better already. There was something about the act of prayer that brought a strange calm to her, and although she didn't quite understand it, she was glad about it.

Turning her gaze back to Vhun, Aria was half expecting the Mothfolk to have written something. Apparently she was wrong, leaving the burden of carrying on the conversation to her. Well, there was a question she had been wondering about, actually. "Might I ask, what brings you to this market today?" The town was, frankly, depressing, and it was surprising to see someone who appeared as refined as Vhun here. It seemed that Aria was indeed attempting to steer the conversation away from the topic of her sister, going into a whole other direction instead.
Shawn
*I can see that. I do not think it would be a good place to live either.*

The mothfolk had no real basis for her opinion, but really didn't want to argue with this woman. There was no point, given that she had no hill to die on here. If Aria wished to criticize a place that she certainly knew far more about than Vhun, that was her prerogative. The mothfolk inclined her head to further drive her point.

She stood quietly for a moment, allowing Aria a moment to process what she could only assume were painful memories. She didn't want to change the subject for fear of being seen as insensitive, but at the same time she very much didn't know how to go from here. That was what happened, she thought, when you accidentally jumped ahead in the steps of disclosing information. This wasn't the kind of thing she thought was all too good for a first time meeting. It was her own fault though. She had asked.

*I was hoping for supplies. Sometimes these places surprise you. I am a seamstress. Sometimes old clothing ends up in these markets, and some of the fabric is good to use.*

That was all she had to say on the matter, settling the pencil down in the split between pages and turning the notebook to face Aria. Hopefully this was good enough to carry on the conversation.
Eva
"But I suppose the place does have its charms," Aria continued after a moment. "The night's sky in the desert is gorgeous, and the warm weather can be quite nice if one wears the right garments. I suppose it might not be the worst place for a visit, if one is so inclined." A pause, and then she continued, a slight smile on her lips. "Although I supposed winged folks such as the two of us do not need to go to the desert for an unobstructed view of the sky."

Once more, she found her gaze drifting, looking up at the sky for a little bit, even if it was daytime right now and the stars were hidden. Sure, it hadn't been a perfect time growing up, but there were many fond memories attached to the place. Back then, when everything was so simple... Of course, Aria knew that it wasn't actually simple back then, that it was only how she perceived it when she was still a child. Still, the memories were pleasant enough to think about, especially right now in this dreary town.

Hearing Vhun write again, she pulled herself back to reality and read the words, giving a curious expression. A seamstress? Now that was certainly unexpected. Aria kept her surprise hidden, though, not wanting to give off the wrong message.

"Have you found anything of interest?" She couldn't help it, she glanced at Vhun's clothing, trying to see if there were any details that pointed to how good she was of a seamstress. Then again, she supposed that in a swampy place such as this one, one shouldn't be bringing their best clothing because it would only return damp and possibly ruined forever - Aria had made that mistake before.