Lia cocked her head, her eyes adjusting slowly to identify the more defined features of the young woman's face. Wide eyes, large forehead, a fair jawline. Pretty. And she was nice on top of it. Extra-pretty.
"That's crazy." She sighed in regards to the first comment. "It's always up there, so it's not like they could forget."
Her eyes drifted back over to the stars for a moment before she remembered the woman's question. "Hurt? No, I'm fine! If I was hurt, I'd be bleeding." Lia paused, swiped her hand under her skull, and found it dry. "I'm not bleeding. Although, really, a pillow would be nice. That man was taking things from that shop over there –" she pointed in the direction the thief ran from. "I bet you could find something soft. Do you know the constellations?"