Hushed Willows not idly do the leaves of lorien fall

Nervous still about the fact that she was, in a way, tresspassing, Starbuck stayed close to Larkspur and always put herself closest to the border. Larkspur led her through the Keep, never straying deeper. For this Starbuck was glad. How much would the invitation of a youth mean to the leaders here? 

The willow copse Larkspur led her to drew a sharp, pleased gasp from her. Your home is beautiful, Starbuck sighed as she slipped between the fringes of a willow. As Larkspur spoke, Starbuck found a hollow beside one gnarled root and circled once, then twice before laying down. I do not know. I am sorry. It is as strange to you as it is to me. They seem as different as night and day. Deirdre was the day. She was warmth. Skellige was the night, dark and cold. There was much and more that bothered her about Donnelaith's neighbors.