"You were invited too, unless you'd prefer otherwise." She's been here long enough now that she's so accustomed to any invitation that involves Korrin usually automatically being extended to others without having to clarify, half her natural gregarious state, and half how they always are, never excluding others until they lock the door at night or steal one away from other people.

With half a dragon tooth around her throat now, she can stake her claim a little more. Or she would, she's not like that, but it's funny sometimes to see how easily she can steal Korrin away anyway.

"They have bows." And a bow is fine for a hunt. But well - look at this fight, how much faster would it have been finished had there been pistols, muskets, rifles? Familiar weights on either hip that she still misses even now because she'd been so used to them. She doesn't speak again until the demon goes down, flexing her green hand with a huff. "Someone called me a demon when I mentioned one to him, things are a little better but such is the world here."