She grinned at him, "Yep! The day moon is bad." As they were going they passed a fruit tree with rotten fruit on the ground. Lamia put her things down and went to it, picking up the least appealing one. "This is yummy, meat is better though, any kind of meat." She then ate the rotten apple, watching her would have been a little sickening, especially since she had no manners whatsoever. Lamia didn't know that humans cooked their meat, where as they ate it raw.<br/><br/>She finished eating it, picked up her stuff again and said while smiling at him. "Oh, and I'd like to meet Mi'moth'er, she sounds nice." She didn't know what he meant when he said, 'my mother,' and miss-interpreted his saying it as a name itself. Not only had she never met her own mother, but the Rakshasas she lived with didn't have a special term for the person that gave birth to you. It didn't matter because they treated you the same as everyone else, same with fathers usually. Her father was an exception to this, and even told her to call him father, something which was very abnormal. Lamia saw that the term father was the nicest thing you could call someone and was reserved for people who watched out for you and made you feel safe.<br/><br/>If Raphael acted more seriously, Lamia would no doubt act more like she did around the other Rakshasa. The way she acted now was the same way she acted with most of her animal friends. He didn't intimidate her, instead he made her feel relaxed and that she didn't need to have her guard up. She also appreciated his talking to her, talking to the animals was nice but simple, it felt good to talk to someone she could better look up to like she had with her father. She didn't compare the two of them though, her father was a very special man who was with her from birth, even if he died too early. Raphael was far too new to be compared to her father, even if he looked to take on that empty role for her, she wasn't going to attach herself in that way to him that lightly.