[ he is making a lot of sense, and she shovels the last remaining bits of her food before ingesting it down. the idea of having the last drop here would be a nice touch, but there is some unsettles resting on her shoulders in having some of zaun mixed up in this realm.

and she wonders if her father would be disappointed over her true thoughts of it. he hadn't shown any regret regarding her so far, so why would he start now, right? well... if she ignores the whole quentin thing. ]

I... don't want too much of Runeterra here. [ she admits finally, her words moving slow pass her lips. ] — The more it's here, the more... things will go bad again. More Pilities and... people coming after me. And junk.