[As soon as pets are to be had, Little Guy enthusiastically nuzzles into them and flattens his body into the sand. Jasmine herself nods in understanding and softens at the honest question, though there's a flicker of sadness in her eyes.]

If you mean her occupations here, she seems to keep herself busy. I run a council for the community and she comes to the meetings; she heals the wounded at our clinic; and I personally saw her round up a rescue team when the village was attacked by wolves.

But if you're wondering about her happiness, then... [There's a long sigh before she continues.] She doesn't talk to me. I don't think she'll ever be honest with me. But if you ask me, she puts up a cold front when she's really just sad and lonely. I don't know if she even can be happy... truly happy.