Larksong Grotto dreamer trapped by your desire

She's not necessarily surprised to learn Siarut is the leader of his pack, but she feels some discomfort of her own with the knowledge. Whatever impression she may have hoped to make is regretfully discarded now; she's made her impression, it seems, and perhaps not such a bad one. She nods slowly. Are you inviting me to follow you? She decides to ask, voice soft; she doesn't care much for muddled intentions and implied meanings, though she's content to offer these things to others. His answer will decide her next move, though she's not quite sure what that move will be.