(Maybe one day she'll trust him enough to tell him her birth name, though she's convinced doing so is cursed.)

She draws closer when he doesn't appear to immediately object to her presence, and looks down at the name properly. Emily Davis. Not a name that she'd hear in her own realm, but she's spent so far away from there now...

"... We had a wall, in the place I was before. People would write names on it, but it was like this." Poison frowns subtly, wrapping her arms around herself and curling her fingers over her elbows. "Quiet. Everyone knew what it was for."

And no one defaced it or meddled with it in any way. It was too important for that.

"I thought it was odd at first, but then I started going there, too."