Hushed Willows are there strangers like me?

The scars along his face told a story but she did not look at him in fear or disgust but of wonder, this was a face of someone who had tried to survive the cruel fate that had been dealt to him. A face of a warrior, someone strong like their Orlaith.  His spark was dimmer, something recent had happened to dampen his fiery spirit but what was it. The healer in her wanted to coddle him, take him to her home and heal the pain she could feel radiating from him. 

Then he spoke, his amber eyes the same color his tattered wings would have been if they were real. He was hoping to find a home, maybe this could be his home. "We are welcoming to those that do not mean us harm and wish to help us build this place as our home, would you be a soul willing to help?" She spoke softly and soothingly, trying to hide that she was nervous and unsure of how to go about this introduction.

He then complemented her home and asked how long they had been here, what should she say? She went with the truth, that was always her best route. "Thank you, we think so too. We have been here since the winter was in its peak, you should have seen this place though not as colorful.. the snow and ice was enchanting." Her eyes looked as if she was in a memory as she spoke of the winter months, it was breathtaking.