Silverlight Terrace we're the beginning of the end

The appearance of a stranger drags her from her thoughts, somewhere between wondering what @Eleni is doing and anticipating burrowing into @Aldric's thick fur when she returns. Slightly disappointed by the interruption, she halts and turns to greet the woman with a neutral expression nonetheless; perhaps the interaction will be worth her time in some way. She doesn't have the highest hopes for a conversation with one who so brazenly stops a stranger, but she reassures herself with a reminder that the world surprises her with each new day. It's enough to scrape together some mild interest, at least.
Hello, She greets, gaze sweeping briefly over the stranger's form. The woman is unremarkable save the faint scent of sea-salt, tired-looking and unkempt, but there is a flicker in her green eyes that reminds her of Maelia. Her chest tightens, and she finds herself softening just slightly, offering her next words with a touch more warmth: You smell of the ocean. What brings you inland?