Daja smiled softly. "I'm glad then, to know that you'll always be remembering the people here."

"Oh! You have tea? Real tea?" Daja certainly didn't crave cake, but tea - that was something she had missed. And while she had had a small stash before her disappearance, she doubted it was still there - or any good to drink by now. "Oh, but I can't possibly take it from you. And I have nothing to trade for it - unless, perhaps, you would like me to craft you something? A necklace perhaps, or a bracelet?"

Daja covered a smile. "I'm not one for dresses," she admitted. "We Traders wear leggings, or breeches. And I am happy with my plantsuit - you should save them for yourself, or for someone who really needs them."