Shadowwyn Moor he beseeched him lay a hand upon fever-hot brow

The woman responds to Sif's greeting without missing a beat. Apparently, it had been crafted well enough to be understood. But the response is not one that Sif can easily puzzle out, even with the woman speaking as slowly as she was. While Sif tries to remember if 'here' has another meaning that might relate to ones emotional or physical wellbeing, the woman goes on to ask another question - one whose meaning Sif is able to puzzle out in a few beats of silence.

"I meet - soon," she replies, not realizing that 'soon' related more to the future than to things that happened in the past. "Days before days. New." Hopefully, the woman will find her answer in one or some of these words. Sif still struggles to piece sentences together on the fly. "I... do not know... your naame," she says, her words stilted and awkward. Her burgundy eyes are anxious and downcast as she awaits an answer, nervous about admitting this to Wardruna's new friend.