[Some of the tension in K'pandolu's shoulders eases out, and she straightens a little- not enough to match the other's height, but then she wouldn't have anyway. It's good enough to see another Eorzean.

She starts for a moment at the bow, hesitating for a moment before offering a shallow bow in return.]

It seems to happen every two moons, from what I've seen. Perhaps that is just as well; we might struggle finding housing for everyone. [or usable housing, at least. She offers a smile, wondering.] Then- how much have you heard of this place so far?