Lost Creek Hollow but call me home.

His words told her to relax, and so she did as best as she could. Her posture eased up only some, though when he told her of Harlyn's station she became all the more deferential again. Luke, Harlyn... and, whoever this third stranger was. They were all easy on the eyes, but Luke was the only pale one and also the most vocal. She was drawn to him for that reason alone, but only in the way of friends. First to greet her and even first to welcome her. He must know his leader well enough to assume he'd be okay with her being here... and really, the tawny woman—Harlyn—didn't seem agitated by her presence.

Ah, yes. "Quill," she greeted warmly. The Endore looked to the group. "You... have room for one more?" The season had been a profitable one and fortunately, the desperation of Winter had yet to come. That being said she could only hope others were more susceptible to opening their door to her. She'd be a helpful number, at the least, not at all useless. But she had no true special talents to contribute. No medicinal knowledge, no warrior-stories... but she was a good runner, and had a keen memory.