During the trek to the city, it became clear that Chastian returned Cruise's feelings. Where she was reserved with others, she was warm and open with Cruise. She confided in him.  She was afraid of this new place, but she would do her best to fit in.  If there was work to be done, Chastian was in the middle of it helping or asking for directions on how 'to' help. Hard work did not bother her one bit. She wasn't to good to deal with the most mundane of chores either.<br/><br/>Chastian as well had to grow accustomed to her new form. But it was not perhaps, quite as hard as it was for others. She retrained herself as she had been trained growing up. She worked at making her body more flexible, and becoming as agile as she possibly could.  She learned as many languages as she could stuff in her cute little head. She was adamant about learning to both read 'and' write these languages. She learned to handle a dagger and the sling just seemed to be second nature to her.<br/><br/>She also set out to learn about the economic structure of this new world. She focused specifically on the 'value' of items. She wasn't sure what else she should learn, so she sat though many hours of history of this world. There was perhaps, one odd thing she did seek teaching for. She wanted to learn to sew better. Perhaps, learning a bit of the trade could help down the road. She already had a fine hand. Her stitches were small, and nicely placed. She had worked from the beginning on her fingers. They had to be as flexible , agile and nimble as the rest of her.<br/><br/>