Hushed Willows come to me, my sweetest friend.

Harlyn seemed happy enough she was there, but the puppies both looked a little sceptical of the hobbling young girl. Grace didn't come any closer, curling into her self slightly, but she did manage to keep the smile on her face even if it faultered a bit.
           "I-If theres room.... W-why not?"
The stutter of her speech rose anger in her, seething internally after realizing it hadn't vanished. A nervous tick, apparently, and it was one that bothered her. 
Still the young girl didn't move forward, watching curiously from where she was three yards away.