Darrow bit back a laugh at the woman's interest in her little pebble trick. She used to delight in pulling little tricks like that - getting laughs out of gaggles of kids and adults alike, back home. Dust devils after a dance, designs in pebbles and gravel in the air mimicking the patterns in her mother's skirts, crockery sent across the table to give her father (and later, her younger cousins who thought mumbling at breakfast was polite) a bit of a scare to wake him up in the morning.
...And she really needed a bed, and soon, if the pang of homesickness - rare, now, but no less potent when it hit - underneath her sternum was anything to go by.
"Mind telling that to my coworkers?" She offered back, a conspiratorial tease of a grin on her lips. To be fair, it was really only those guards who'd been there almost as long as she had that dared to tease her that familiarly, and she loved it, but, details. "And sure enough. I find it encouraging," and how others found it, well, that was their deal. "Grounding, even." Way too tired, "Always nice to know something will be there under your feet. Eventually, anyway." She offered a soft smile back, patting the woman's hand at her elbow and heading back into town with an easy stride.