Hushed Willows are there strangers like me?

She's Bashful and timid, and it makes him smile. "I could teach you how to protect yourself. If you want." He offers, trying his best to arrange his flesh into a smile. 
Her words give him a much needed boost of comfort - they all were strangers, all trying to remake themselves. All wanting a home. 
Maybe he can find a home here too. 
Her voice is melodic and it's almost enchanted- ringing and echoing over the willows. 
And then she asks a question that confused him at first, for hadn't he already given her his name? But as he was about to speak, the afformentioned queen arrived. 
An expression of shock was enough to make him hide his face in shame, turning his head so his marring was concealed. 
"I'm sorry. My name is Memory. I was...hoping I could find a home here. I'm willing to help in whatever way you need."