Corbie sighed and pushed her hands back through her curls, a gesture she'd picked up from Felix and had never really noticed that and when she'd done this.

"Fuck it," she said. "Maybe it is whining. I'm just gonna whine." Even making that decision though, it was hard to actually start. Gram had always taught her that working was better than worrying, and it was an ingrained habit that any form of complaining wasn't productive so why bother? She drew up her legs to her chest and hid her face in her knees, and only hiding like that did she feel safe letting anything out.

"I feel like people look at me and they see a kid, so I'm not gonna be much for company unless they wanna do the extra that comes with that. But they also see that I can take care of myself fine, and there's others who need caretaking more anyway, kids or not. I've got magic, but other magic types can barely talk shop with me. World I came from ain't like this place and I'm not alone in that, but I am, 'cause other people in that boat there's a shared history to latch onto or at least other goddamn people who know what the fuck they're talking about. No one knows my faith, no one gets my slang, no one here knows anything that I came from. I don't fit anywhere."