Stavanger Bay archaic

It is kind of her, she supposes, though she performs that act because it is what she was taught. To leave a body alone seems wrong, somehow, a shell of life left forgotten. Perhaps it is but a shell, but it was animated with spirit, once, and it is this she honours. The male moves on from the topic of death, something she is glad for, and she steps away from the body, the ravens, clever things, hopping near. He offers his name, and she tries it on her tongue, deciding quickly that she likes it. "samothes."  she hums a soft note of approval at it, before continuing. "I am thelxiope. healer, naturalist, traveller" she says by way of introduction. she is other things, carries other titles, but does not add these to her quick introduction, believing them better left out. She wonders still at the scents on his pelt, but holds her tongue, first her intention lies only in learning more of the male before her.