Dragoncrest Cliffs don't be that way

her head dipped at wildfire's thanks, glad she wasn't shooed off. she was even more delighted to have been offered a look at the babies, but she didn't dare get closer. a delicate paw raised to her chest, dalia craned her neck to better look at the little tykes, her tail wagging slowly at her hocks, nose twitching as she viewed them with curiosity. 

"they're beautiful," she said sweetly, returning to a more neutral stance, her tail still waving. she watched as the mother organized her babies, a small smile on her face, patient and quiet as ever. and then, when wildfire returned her attention to the kru, dalia was very surprised to hear her ask about herself, and perhaps it showed in the way her ears pricked up. "i am fine, thank you," she replied without really thinking about it. she wondered if wildfire was referring to her run-in with rumil and drogon, since the last time she'd seen the fiseripa her mother had been talking to her about it. she hesitated, a little bit, before returning the question. "and you? everything feels good?" she knew enough to help right now if something was wrong and, besides that, she could always find portia to get more help.