Wapun Meadow ii. and an isle you must be

Despite the Druid's praise, Rhælla cannot help but feel she's done the opposite of well. A great deal of it is confusing to say the least. (She hasn't even the faintest clue what a human is or where they might take her.) 

Some part of her is comforted by the fact that it is only what she makes of the tale, the events can still be altered. (She wasn't going anywhere against her will, she was certain of that.) 

"No, it was interesting," she rebutted, not untruthfully, with a kind smile. "Thank you, Sherigrim."

"Is there anything I might do for you? To return the favor?" She asked after a moment, disliking the notion of being in his debt.