It surprised her that he had a friend to go with, but she didn't question it. She had a suspicion that she wouldn't want to know who Bran's friends were. Once upon a time, she may have considered him one - but it didn't mean much now. Whoever he was going with, he'd probably duped as well in some fashion.
She shrugged, at the mention of fables not being defined. She didn't believe that for a moment. Not with her voices. They'd always be there - even if it wouldn't be as obvious now. Even if they didn't turn. The only way not to would be to lose contact with everyone from Bellum. "Good - good for you," she managed. She wasn't sure how much she meant it. She did want him to have a chance to settle in somewhere - at this point, not near her. Everyone deserved that.
Her eyebrows drew together as he wished her luck, before her eyes fell. Her own feet shifted - awkwardness coming into things despite all attempts otherwise. "I - I'm going to stop dancing," she admitted. It had nothing to do with where she was going and she figured this, at the least he could know. "I've never liked it. Hated it, actually." Though she'd said this only a few hours before at the dance, it still felt like a relief to admit it. "And I'm going to look for other options for work. There were people - people I can look up who knew my father." Her throat tightened. "I never thought to do that before, but I think I will now. To try again." She didn't say what but it didn't need to be stated specifically. Singing was the only thing that could ever be danced around like that.