"It's time to head home." She replies calmly. "We only stay out late if it's a full moon, remember?"

Mono nodded, starting to just play along instead of asking questions. "I guess we should go then?"

She nods, stretching. It's a languid stretch, almost like a cat in the way she does it.

Mono began walking back to the array of houses, trying to remember which one 'she' lived in again.

The leftmost one towards the back has a sense of familiarity to it.

Mono heads towards that one, looking around as she went.

It's quickly getting cooler. There's not much to see now that it's dark, anyways- the only lights are flickering faintly inside the houses.

Soon enough, Mono made it to the house. She walked in, looking around the place.

There's a small fire, and a thin, older woman carefully painting a freshly baked clay pot. There's a small table, with room just for one, and there's a man sitting at it death-glaring at her.

"Uh... Hi." Mono quickly said, looking at the man.