define me - open; asking to move in

Things had been very shaken up with her lately. From burning in her own home, to being told she was not who she was and that she had died by those she cared for. To the encounter with the Palm Glades woman and still feeling like she was in the right for how she had responded to her. Things had been all over the place and her emotional state was fragile. She remembered running away in tears from her own burned down home just to be alone for a little while. Making slight appearances like the one during the whole Palm Glades fiasco. She was trying but the idea that she was not seen as who she was was troubling. Still since these times she had been sleeping outside somewhere within the swamp and way from civilization. Yet she knew it was necessary for her to at least attempt to fine a new living place and well she had gotten an offer if she needed it. She felt she really needed it, just the company. Arrow had been more accepting of this change, more accepting of this odd body. So she was going to try. Stepping into the town for the first time since the funeral she sighed and breathed in slowly, pushing the air from her pierced nostrils. The flaming tip of her tail was withered and smoldering slightly as she treaded toward where she hoped the other would be. Her home.

Stepping closer she tried not to look at anyone as she passed them by, blue gaze trying to hold some confidence. Even as run down as she felt from everything she still had that. Walking up on the porch she lightly lifted a paw to press it against the door, swallowing down her nerves before she softly knocked on the door. ''Um...Arrow, is she in? This one has a question for her about what she said a bit ago. If she is okay with that?'' The lioness then slowly sat down, lifting a paw to push her flaming mane away from her eyes and behind her ear as she curled her tail around her paws.