Not sure. [The line between her eyebrows deepens as she casts back.] It was... outsiders called us the 'painted people' for all our tattoos, but I don't remember if it was just our clan or the nation who loved them like that. [Need doesn't have other tattoos, or not visible ones.]

That's that idiot kid with my horse, right?

[Now she does turn her head but only sees the boy's back and the horse's rump receding into the fog. Need shakes her head. She doesn't seem strongly affected by this - puzzled, a little annoyed.]

Well, it's my horse. She'd bite anyone but me and, apparently, kin.