Having given her name prior before scavenging, Ter'ra would not offer it again, if only because otherwise it seemed awkward. She would sleep gently, though hardly happily given the comparable hardness of her bedroll to the spider silk bedding she had back home. Her dreams raced and made her a little aroused, but she is more than able to hold back her desires. She awakens the next day, surprised again by the types of food offered in this place, taking a great liking to bread, something that was a delicacy in the underdark.<br/><br/>She looks curiously to Abylus as she shapeshifts. Looking almost concerned. She had not known of such creatures that could wear the guise of others at will. Questions boggled around in her mind as she eyed over the changeling before settling on "Very interesting ability, perhaps it would be useful in infiltration if it ever comes to that." She says uncertainly "I'm an aspiring sorceress, but hardly anything that impressive yet."