Larksong Grotto Thy wicker feet may tread these roads

"Oh, yeah, sorry, I'm Jhala," she said, tail wagging a little in a more cheerful way. Mood swings were certainly a struggle, but luckily Jhala's were nothing too extreme-- they shifted from vaguely annoyed and irritated to bright and happy most of the time, she'd yet to experience anything too drastically different. "Jhala, uh, Larksong," she added. "What is your name?" Had he said it already? she didn't remember... hopefully not.