Hushed Willows higher and higher

Luckily--or unluckily?--for Seabreeze, Lily's mother had woken her up like this many a time, so there was no alarm when she roused to singing. Shhhh Mum, I'm tired, she muttered, trying to tuck further into herself. Then her ears registered the sounds of a forest, rather than open plains, and her eyes shot open, staring at Seabreeze with embarrassed alarm.

Erm. . . she muttered, clambering clumsily to her paws. Sorry about that. Heh. She giggled in thoroughly awkward fashion, shaking the dust from her pelt. My, erm, Mum used to do that for me, she explained, though it didn't really help matters. Oh well. Seabreeze would recover from this more gracefully than she had; the woman had a knack for that.

What, erm--what can I help you with? Lily asked, grasping for the last remaining shreds of self-composure.