Sun Mote Copse Dear Daddy-Long-Legs

Wraen welcomed Arcturus's company with a turn of her head and few taps of her tail. She did not feel up to doing a proper greeting, but it did not escape her attention that her friend was less nimble as usual as well. She knew that she reacted very badly to the hornets, but it seemed that even more able-bodied individuals were still suffering from the scale of the wrath. 

"Nothing in particular," she lied smoothly. Some contemplations she wanted to keep to herself. "Though the water here has a hint of fairy magic," she added, turning her gaze towards the waterfall, as she said this, then back to Arcturus. "How are you?"