Moonsong Glacier i. i'll wrap up my bones

Sialuk. It reminds her somewhat of  the names one might hear amongst the northern tribes, beyond the Land of Many Elms that Elenwë's daughter had named home -- which is not too far off base. The dove gives a dip of her head in response to the girl's name, nothing more than a habit of formal gesture. 

The young woman's plight inspires her auds to lower slightly in empathy, her features awash in a contained measure of shock. Her grief is not the same, that of a stranger who did not witness the horror that claimed their family. Still, such a tragedy tugs at her and prompts her to offer readily: "Do you need help?" 

"I know that I'm a stranger but...I know the pain of loss," the fawn hesitates as she murmurs the words, reluctant to offer even this small tidbit to a stranger. Perhaps they might find some common ground in this but this is not the day for sharing sad stories. "And I have no where else to go anyways. It would be a better use of time and energy to help you and your kin than to wander as I have," she gives a tiny shrug as she says it, not unaware that to freely offer such kindness or services might be considered out of the norm.