define me - open; asking to move in

It still stunned her a bit that the dead could still wander this earth. That they moved and talked and she could actually see them. Perplexing as she had never encountered the dead like this when she had lived with her tribe. Her tail swayed back and forth in nervousness, a look of slight alarm as the woman came out of the wall. She was still getting used to it but the joke easily made her maw lift up. Arrow treated her the same and she appreciated that immensely. Slowly the woman allowed her peach toned muzzle to part but no words came out. She was having a hard time expressing what she wanted to say and so she looked down at her paws for a short moment. Come on. It shouldn't be this hard but her stomach was doing flips and she closed her eyes before flicking her bright blues up to the oriental. "She was wondering....what she said before. Can this one still move in with her?" Her tone was almost shy as she tried to still the rapid swaying of her own tail, the swaying flaming tip smoking a bit.

"She promises she won't get in the way or...potentially set things on fire. She will stay in a corner and be silent." If that was what it took then yes, she would become a shadow. She didn't want to hinder Arrow's um, afterlife with her troubles and she glanced away. At least she would or could have somewhere to stay and that was really all that mattered. Forcing herself back into society once again, her mind at least somewhat stable.