Broken Boulder "Fairies made that."

"Well, that's good!" Lily exclaimed, tail thumping against her hocks. She was so glad the girl she'd found on the border, so seemingly lost and broken, was beginning to heal here. Happy for not only Liri, but for herself as well. For accomplishing something, at last. Her gaze dipped down as Liri pushed something toward her, locking onto it, ears swiveling as she spoke.

It was a stone, black as night with fiery accents, smooth and polished. A warm glow suffused her body as she looked back up at Liri, eyes soft. "Oh, that's so very kind," Lily murmured, pressing her nose against Liri's cheek again in a grateful half-kiss. "It's beautiful. Thank you." She placed a paw gently over it, intending to take it back to her den when their conversation had ended.

Her face split in a grin. "Of course, Liri," Lily responded. "This place is your home just as much as mine. Have you had a chance to look around everywhere?" She realized she'd never given the woman a proper tour; the thing of utmost importance, upon her arrival, was getting her some rest in a den. She'd been here for a while, though, and Lily would be surprised if Liri hadn't taken it upon herself to explore further.