Sunbeam Lair already choking on my pride

“Not in ze slightest,”
the willow wisped, looking now in full of the coltish yearling who made her unassuming entry to the Lair and where the stricken rested. Her presence was, truth be told, a welcome diversion to all such that she would rather not think up;
and so it was with an absent roll of spire-shoulders that Andraste regarded the grayling before her; the sight welcome welcome welcome to the mists within her. For now, she did not offer her own calling  —  instead choosing to enquire:
"How have your travels been, amidst all of this winter? This Lair is one of ze few that seem to retain its greenery."