Ziio nodded slowly and even harboured a lighter smile. "Then we are the same." She motioned down her feet which weren't bare, of course, but the same light leather that she'd come into the habit of wearing in the years prior. "Except our feet."

Her posture straightened and she shifted to set her hands upon her hips with some consideration, "I would be pleased well enough with wandering." It didn't take a lot to please Ziio, but she wanted to keep that mostly to herself, if she could. If he thought she was, he might succeed more often than not and he'd be able to see through her carefully veiled expressions.