Ankyra Sound to untie this knot

Caoimhe was mystified; she was even able to overlook his hideousness in favor of his power, that surely the forest had given him. His invitation was swift, and just like that, she was accepted into the fold. Caoimhe did not question it, she would not put her life here in jeopardy. This was meant, and that was known. Surely the Ancient Ones had told him; this must be how he knew. 

"I am Caoimhe," she introduced in her Irish lilt, accent thick. The rest of her words would be near indecipherable, given that. "The trees have called me." And it was then she translated his own words, wincing at her error. He had stated food, first, and she had done the opposite! But she kept her lips sealed together, hoping perhaps that this had gone over his head. Food, he had said. Food would be nice... and so, she followed his lead quietly, keeping her head low and her eyes averted.