Hushed Willows shed your travails

She had one of the most interesting ways of talking Lily had ever heard. Not her accent so much as the way she said things; it made the blackbird smile to hear it. And she smiled that the girl seemed to enjoy the willows so much. Lily would never tire of the delight others found in Elysium. 

Of course, she said, accepting the words of gratitude with her own grace, dipping her head. We're just as lucky to have you. And you can ask me all the questions you'd like on the way to the dens.

They began the walk there, steady and slow. Lily's average pace had trended downward over the past few weeks. Her extra heft meant she was no longer as swift and nimble as she once was, though she knew she'd regain her old body again eventually. Even if not. . .she would have children, and that meant more to her than anything, at least in this moment. 

Where are you traveling from? she asked Sweet Rain, casting a glance her way. They continued the conversation into the willows, until Lily found the girl a place to rest and all was well, at least for the time being.