King Elk Forest begin again

where's gracious when you need her? delight's stunted, broken, he doesn't know how to offer comfort. but the girl pulls herself together enough, starts to apologise. "it's fine," he starts, awkwardly, "just-" but then she begins to speak again, much more sturdy than before. distantly he notes with interest the moment that the strength comes back into her tiny body, similar to watching a mask shutter down, though he can still sense her determination. 

"okay, well, let's talk about it," the androgyne says, very reasonably in his opinion. "this is tindómë. our - former morwinyon, leader is druidic as well. i'm our current morwinyon." his mouth closes funny around the word former, even though it's accurate. mato's gonna come back, he reminds himself. mato's in a den with burke right now. he takes a deep breath, letting his gaze sweep over her briefly. "we value skills - trades - here - do you have any particular skills to offer us? or, um, are willing to learn?" it feels a bit awkward to him, jumping into his usual ... border interrogation when she's still sniffling, but he's trying to be practical, treat the situation as normal. he is not a good counselor.