"Mhmm, I d-did. I-It w-was h-hard at f-fir-st b-but th-then n-not s-so b-bad." Morana explained, twirling a strand of inky hair in between her fingers absentmindedly.
She had grown used to it, you have to knowing than adaption was the only way to could live. Some might complain of such a situation, but it was different for Morana. She knew should easily have died just after birth, but she had been spared. In thinking of that she was grateful for every little thing she could get, and appreciated the smallest of things, whether food, comfort or companionship. She never really took it as hardship. Quite the opposite; in the tribal girls mind it was all more than someone like her deserved.
Turning her gaze at the bowl once she stopped thinking on the past, she eyed the fruit for moment, before shyly reaching over and picking up an apple by the stalk. She twirled it around for a moment in an almost playful fashion, with child like awe before looking back at Mitch.
"I-it's s-stran-nge th-though...n-not h-having t-to c-climb u-up a tr-tree t-to g-get s-s-someth-thing l-like th-this." she said, smiling lightly.