Little Goat Mountain it's a happy new year

Thin ears faltered from their curious cusp;
yet the silver was anything but offended. She was not one for staring  (or, so she thinks)  yet it does not take all that long to muse lightly, fairly,  "Forgive me. I only meant to look after your wellness,"  argent halfsights flickering over the inkspun figure out of a herbalists' habit,  "for it is not so often that I find another in a situation that was, once, not unlike my own."  Shorn brow writ itself with calm concern, neverminding the airy bite of the youth's words:  "You ... are well, are you not?"