Hushed Willows i will remember your life

It seemed that neither faerie was who the other thought they were. Loinnir stretched his wings atop her back, seemingly unbothered by the stillness of the air and the coldness of their meeting. Even if the white bird was the spy Aoibh thought he might be, there was no way for Lumi to question just what he had seen. The bird did not speak to her, or perhaps she simply didn't understand his language. It was much like trying to understand the fire faerie.

Not quite. She answered gently. I merely thought you might wanted some company if you are going out. She stated with a smile. Even if she were talking to the rear end of the fire faerie, she couldn't help it. Nature urged her to be kind and accepting, and she hadn't been it before to Aoibh. It seemed like she was trying to make up.