Sun Mote Copse Hold one's soul as gently as a butterfly in your hands

Hey! she said, turning to Wraen and smiling.  Yeah, been... uh, busy.  Yknow, scouting and all.  It was a lame excuse, but it didn't matter anyway, since she was more interested in another question.  How're you?  I heard what happened, so I figured I'd stick around a while.  Keep you company.  With that her smile widened, a bit, and some teasing entered her tone.  Whether you like it or not, of course.

She was toying with the idea of talking to Wraen about things, but she wasn't sure yet.  She didn't know if it even merited talking about, because it was a dumb idea no matter what way she sliced it, and there was no way... just... yeah.  But a part of her wanted to hear her sister say how dumb it was.  And another part was scared that she wouldn't.