Yes, you let her know

Taking in a deep lungful of air to help you out, you begin telling the tale of your past. Your unknown father, your abandonment by your mother, your **** by the villagers, your liberation by Lady Morgana's hands. It takes a while, and during the course of it you moved over to one of the beds while Krakoa takes the other, but only after unpacking some of her things. Throughout, her expression changes a few times, some of disgust, but not quite at what you feel it would be. When you finish, you just look at her, waiting for her response.

"Krakoa see..." the orc stated aloud, crossing one of her shapely legs over the other, making it hard for you to focus on her face, but the combination of her potential fury at your prying eyes and the moment you just shared with her helped you out. "I not disagree with villagers, not completely. In orc tribes, weak do as strong say. No bully, but natural order. Mouse get eaten by snake, snake get eaten by hawk, hawk get eaten by winged razorback boar. Weaker creatures die and strong survive, is way of life." she explained in a way that, while partially cruel to you for knowing your suffering was but a way of the natural order to her, also seemed... oddly innocent to you. Given you weren't much to speak of moral codes, being happy to live freely and feeling nothing of your village's deaths, but there was no malice in her explanation, just a sort of fact.

"HOWEVER!" Krakoa suddenly shouted, rising up to her feet with such speed that her body jiggled, almost unnoticed in your surprise at her declaration. "Puny man not weak! Muscles may not be strong, but mana is enormous! Villagers just too stupid to see it. Only regret you should have is not getting to show them true strength." she announced, some of her words sort of jabbing at you, but the point bringing a smile to your lips.

"Well, uh... thanks. I guess I wish I could have shown them as well." you acknowledge, more happy that you were in this place with someone who, despite having just met you, was better than any you'd known in your village.

Krakoa gave another toothy grin that let her tusks gleam in the candle light... then it seemed to vanish. "Krakoa... just realize... I only know you by puny man. What is name?"

With another chuckle, you simply shake your head. "I've really only ever been known as Bastard, for obvious reasons. I guess that's my name by any means."

Krakoa snorted as she turned around and made her way back to her bed. "Bastard not good name for you. I find better name, one you live up to." she mumbled before crouching down to search through her bag for something.

"Right, well... I guess I'll just have to do my best for whatever you come up with." you said with a weak smile. You weren't quite sure about an orc giving you a name now of all times, but there was some sentiment to it that you couldn't help but appreciate.

Your warm feelings disperse for a moment as something suddenly hits you in the face. It stings a bit, but when you look at the object as it falls onto your lap, you wince back. It was a small necklace, made of length of weaved black hair, which was adorned with what could only be the fangs of some large cat. And with as many as there were on it, you had reason to believe whatever creature they belonged to lost all their teeth for this necklace.

"Is Grave Puma fangs." Krakoa answered without being asked. "Big, predatory cat from home. They kill and let prey rot. Decayed meat delicacy for them. Bad for Necromancy, but make good challenge. Keep hold of necklace, remember obstacles and become greater."

You got a little lost in thought as you wrapped your fingers around the fangs, careful not to let the razor sharp teeth draw any blood. It was an odd gift to give, and seemed a bit quick for Krakoa to go ahead and give you something like this, but it certainly showed the determination of the orc.

"Thanks Krakoa, I'll be sure to wear this and always reme-" you started saying, drawing your eyes back up to look your roommate in the face, but find your view of it obstructed. Covering her face is the thin slip of clothing that had kept her chest contained, sliding up her arms and quickly freeing her head of the fabric. However, it was the fact that her impressive breasts were on full display that had you totally dumbfounded. They were definitely large, each falling just short of the head of an average human's head. They were the same green as the rest of her body, which meant to you that either orcs don't tan at all or she spent a lot of her time with her clothing off in the open. However, you did notice that her nipples, with areola the size of a gold coin, were a deeper green that the rest of her skin.

Looking over to you with a puzzled look, Krakoa began to remove her boots, loosening them up enough to kick them off. "What wrong? Why you go quiet?" she asked, even as she dropped her kilt, leaving only a thin bit of clothing that could barely be called panties as any remnants of her clothing.