Fairspell Meadow waving through a window

Chrys smiled warmly at Bridget. "Exactly, I feel I can breathe more easily here," she nodded. Crowds, mothers, siblings, home had been pressure from all sides. Travelling in empty wildlands meant scraping by just to survive. Here, she could just be, or so she hoped.

Emerald eyes refocused on the flowers, following along as the golden woman indicated which bundles to collect and carry. Her ears tipped to catch the ailments they could be used for, though she was caught up by the last comment. "Oh no, is this area really so dangerous?" she asked, curious if it were bad luck or freak accidents, or something less random that she should be watching out for as well. "Of course it is true, we loners are usually looking for trouble," she gave a wry grin around the flowers, trying to keep the conversation at least somewhat light.