Haunted Wood they were there when I woke up this morning

she thinks she's good enough already, but she knows enough to know it'd be stupid to turn down any chance to learn, especially in an environment such as this one. "ok." she agrees, finally, dipping her muzzle in agreement. 

he clarifies, which really means she's no closer to understanding than previously. she's sharply curious—where did he get it, and why? and what was his name before, for surely it had been different then? but she's hardly inclined to try and spark a conversation, and so accepts the introduction with a brief one of her own, though by all accounts he probably already knows her name. "i'm hela."