"Your Ancestor, of course." Whoaja smiled, "I only exist due to his grace."
"That's amazing," Torq continued the conversation casually, "I'm sure you must have been living in a far-off kingdom."
"...Indeed," Whoaja hesitated for a fraction of a second before nodding in response, "My birth place is exceedingly far from this place. I don't think I can even make the journey even if I spend the entirety of my life doing so."
"It's alright," Upon seeing Whoaja had gotten emotional, Torq smoothly got up, approached the other party, and patted her slowly, "You're living in the safest place on Sumatra."
"I know," Whoaja took the chance to hug him while her eyes turned moist, "There's nothing waiting for me back at home even if I were to go there."
"Thanks to my Lord's grace, this is my home." She spoke. "Even someone like me can feel at home here, despite the issues that arise from my identity."
