She started off the conversation by commenting on her surname and how famous they were. She was glad that the girl couldn't see her burn with embarrassment, scrunching her shoulders up a little. She should've known that would be brought up, but she couldn't help but cringe slightly every time her family was brought into play. "Yes," was all she said, her voice barely a whisper. Not exactly polite and proper like she had been told, but she was tired and not in the mood to act any further. The girl then continued the conversation, talking about how she was a monk and reopening her book. Ume took curious glances towards her, and her previous suspicions were confirmed. She had never really met a blind person but knew they read with their hands instead of by sight. Ume was burning with several questions after the girl spoke, mostly about her disability and what a monk even did. She knew a few monks but knew very little about them.
"Oh, uhm, d-don't worry, I don't know anyone at the m-monastery. Our secret," she said. Her stuttering had returned in preparation for her questioning. She really wanted to leave, to go home, and every instinct drove her away from socializing with a stranger. But her trained instincts told her to stay. "I've met a couple monks, uhm, what do you do?"