I smile also. "Yes, she is, but envy does not care who you are. It is good that you teacher her how to nurture life, for although I am an excellent cook, I cannot grow in a garden. I will teach her to the best of my abilities, and she will grow in kindness as much as she does power."
I look toward Gabrielle. "That is true but I cannot see us getting envious. It shoulds like we have a plan then. Should we go back to her? She is probably getting nervous.Well, more nervous than before."
I looked cautiously at the hand extended to me. Such a simple gesture, yet so symbolic. My hand hesitate over hers. Dare I take it? This was a decision that would most likely change my life forever. And maybe Priscilla's too. I took it cautiously.
She wavered, and I thought everything was lost. But then, when she placed her hand in mine, I relaxed, not realizing that I was tense. I lifted her off the ground, and led her downstairs. "Does anyone live here?" I ask. I didn't want her to think that I was only going to use her for information, but I needed to know if we could live here. We needed a place to stay.
(In answer to your question)
"Priscilla's my only friend. She's just like me, she acts the same around the music. She lives near the dumpsters. That's where our kind end up; we're not really accepted into the community."