Blackfeather Woods across the hallowed ground

Amun, she thought to herself, nodding pleasantly in response. She was much too aware of others' reactions to her face, so when he faltered, she caught it nearly right away. Her own expression diminished slightly, becoming more cold—but to his credit, he forged on, making no mention of the injury and instead engaging in small talk. Awkward small talk. . .but wasn't it all awkward?

Yes, it is, Maegi responded. There are a couple of places where the sun gets through, but they're few and far between, especially when the trees are thick and green like right now. It was a shady place made for shady wolves; she wondered if he'd fit in here. If he'd be happy.

She cocked her head slightly in query, staring at the young man. Would you like a tour, or do you need to get some rest? she asked. I—we—could show you around, if you want, she added, amending her speech slightly to include Jakoul, whom she acknowledged with a little smile.