Wheeling Gull Isle when she strut, she got (body and blood)

her expression pinches slightly at the question, unimpressed -- only for her to bristle up. the brawny guy? admittedly she's not paid close enough attention to the island's inhabitants to know who that is. perhaps he's a lovely person to be mistaken for. reed doesn't care. 

sniffing, she says (a touch haughty), "she is not." unfathomable that someone might not know her mother, as perfect and beautiful and important as she is -- nearly as much as reed herself. deigning to lower herself to explain this to the poor clearly wayward girl, the fearghal says, "she is a healer and a masterful botanist -- she looks like me." 

oh, but she supposes she can't really fault the girl for not knowing, even if perhaps it would have been best to avoid taking a stab in the dark. tilting her head, she says, "what brought you here?" an offering to move beyond the awkward mixup. how incredibly gracious of her, no?