The Heartwood roof of the world

That simple, ingenious idea cracked the closely shut door open - the man opened up a little and spoke to her. She got an impression that he was not very used to speaking with others - either because he had been a solitary creature for a very long time - or - perhaps - he was accustomed to another tongue. Or - it was very likely that he was a person, who did not waste words, and used only those that served the purpose. 

"Why, thank you," she replied, feeling more grateful for him communicating with her rather than getting the actual directions and reaching the place. "Do you live in the vicinity?" now, having seen the light shining through the crack of the door, she wanted to shift her foot there as well.