"Was she-- a legend gath'rer?" her companion eventually asks, an eyebrow raised in his curiosity. But not quite. She does remind Esteban of how Melchor would gather stories when he was small, passing through places and listening to the young and the old. Her methods, her research still seems just a little different, like she might have been searching for places rather than myths and legends.

Learning their culture, their way of life, maybe? Something that Esteban is always keen on learning himself-- it's no wonder he constantly badgers Najaran about her world, about her stories, about how her world understands itself. Siblings in their research topics, somehow; himself, Atla and Melchor. All interested in the same gem, but looking at it from different angles. It has him smile again, feeling some odd kinship with this person he's never met.

"Oh? What is Bistream?" he asks eagerly. There's several other questions on the tip of his tongue about the infested-- he seems to recall Dum Dum had... done something, but he can't recall what exactly. Only that Najaran had not seemed pleased or to trust him much, and had called him selfish.

All the while, he works through the dough, slowly spinning and squishing it, before he repeats the process, over and over again. It is only starting to lose some of its stickiness at this stage.