[She's picking up that there is something afoot with this young man's behavior, given those signals of bewilderment; but as they've never met before this moment, she has little to weight it against. Well, it's entertaining — Yae maintains a leisurely stroll alongside her new companion, content to watch him lick away at the messy dessert.]

Your lyricism could use some work. Are you sure you really tried? [Teasing, she lifts one delicate hand to hide a snicker behind painted fingernails.] Cloud, hmm? That's a poetic name. When I hear it, all I imagine is lying down in the grass beneath the sky... Though with 'Strife', perhaps a thunderstorm instead... dark clouds, wind, dangerous lightning.

[This image soothes her, eyes slitted as she looks ahead of the path, then back to the young man.]

At least your city was controlled by someone, even if you didn't like them very much. This place is only a shell by comparison, don't you think?