"It's hard to know them, and... I'm not certain they... want to be known."

The last of Fern's smile fades at this, and she looks down at the foliage under her boots for a moment, once again fidgeting her fingers together. That doesn't bode well for her ambition to join them, does it. "Inessa seems nice," she volunteers, trying to catch Sina's eye again. She has nice eyes, Fern thinks.