Warded as it was, her house was lovely to anyone invited and unsettling to intruders. It was a nice one bedroom place, simple but pretty lived in. Protected with simple magic, it was easily reinforced and it helped with feeling safe.

For a moment, she was hard-pressed to believe anyone would stand up to their full power, then her stranger crossed the threshold. Sombra bit her lip, shuddering as he entered her home. He was strong, something old or maybe an old bloodline.

[Stranger is fine then.] No True Names was a good policy, even if she pouted a little at his reticence.

God, she could practically feel him on the air - like a thunderstorm, but kinder. Or maybe it was a ruse. Either way she looked to him as he entered the doorway of the kitchen.

[You're hungry, right?]