The Sunspire sweaty palms as i walk down this empty road

the woman is every bit as ethereal as she remembers. she waits a moment too long to answer the sylph's question, and when she does, it's with an abrupt, "yeah." she turns her attention back to the stranger, and clem is faced with a conundrum. 

should she leave? she does not know the male, and the woman only barely; perhaps they want privacy? but aure had only just addressed her, and certainly it would be rude to leave, without so much as a goodbye? she really wanted the woman's help, but was it petulant of her to ask? something like panic crosses her gaze, and she wavers visibly atop stilted limbs. and then, at a loss, she sinks onto her haunches, examining the snow at her paws with intense scrutiny.