Hushed Willows Pray that Hell or Heaven lets you in

The gentle sprite did, indeed, hear the sad noise the wannabe warrior couldn't control. Her black-tipped ears perked and she turned toward the sound. She couldn't smell him, but someone was definitely near and she wasn't sure if it was one of her recruits or not. She deemed it safer to investigate, and to strike up a conversation with whoever was passing through her sanctuary.

She pushed through a curtain of willow branches, getting some snow on the tip of her snout, but she'd already found what she'd been looking for. She now stood inches away from the man, mostly because she hadn't expected to find him so soon and had pushed rather blindly through the dense decorations of the forest. She smiled regardless of their close proximity, noting that he looked rather bummed.

Sir, — are you alright? She chirped in her lovely voice.