It might not seem like it now, but in her past life, Anette was never so quick to trust strangers. Nothing terrible had ever happened, no, but she was raised in a world where being quick to trust was often a poor decision. She remembered this now, upon realizing she was being quick to follow a stranger to a new land.
At the same time though, she felt at ease, that the one before her wasn't trying to deceive her - and there weren't many other options. She was here now, anyhow, and quite liked the idea of warmth and socialization.
She does not doubt him when he mentions magic, and another smile creeps across her face. She found it funny, really - Both her lives she was surrounded by magic, and in both she was as ordinary as could be. She didn't resent this though, or feel much in the way of jealously - so many were so magical it seemed she was unique in not being (At least, so she tells herself.)
"Honestly," she speaks after another moment of thought, wanting to make sure her choices were correct. "You had me at warm." a sort-of true statement - Although Anette was born and raised in a cold climate., she always much favored places of warmth.
"Lead the way?"
anette
Aldri så god hest at han ikkje kan snuble