Ely smiles a half smile, a soft expression on her usually cheery or cheeky face. "Ely....It's strange, I've only had that name for little more than a week, and already it's a short form. I used to be Vanwa, that's what Julius called me. A priest told me it means "lost". But when I found my mom again not long before we found you, really, she told me my real name. I'd forgot. But I remembered her hair...and the village. It was good to have family. Now we're helping Jisika find her own people to. I know I can trust you guys. Everyone has proven so. And I've tried to help in my way. We all escaped the arena together, except from Martin, we met him on the way, he helped us. We were all slaves, or rather...almost all of us, Marcuus was pretending to be to oppose slavery in his own way. Told you he's a little crazy." She smiles a little fondly at this. "Let's hope it doesn't run in the family. We just found out we share a father. How's that for a twist of fate?"