King Elk Forest He said I look familiar

She gazed up towards the filtered sunlight. Softness adorning her sprawled form.

Peace.
Yet soon enough, the stillness was broken by another refuge seeker, who greeted her softly. Her head turned to him with a smile. She only knew his as the Baron. The imposing form that seemed to be the iron fist in the ranks. Her smile faltered at the realisation. Whilst he looked placid and gentle, he'd had an undesirable look about him when she saw him att the meetings she'd attended to. The look he gave those who were not Déorwine. 

She sat up, fixing her face into something that didn't betray her internal anxiety. 
"O-oh hi," she wasn't expecting company, nor did she mean to stutter. Hopefully she could just come across as more nervous than scared, as such.