The Bracken Woods A northern visitor

As she neared, Lilia lifted her gaze to properly appraise the woman, and found her cheeks growing warm in light frustration. She'd managed to walk through this forest for days and still be in good spirits? She didn't look tough and scrappy, so Lilia had to wonder if the fluffy, white-pelted woman was simply more light-footed, and less likely to step on something as hard as she had. Regardless, Lilia marked her down in her mind as not a threat. Friendly, not foe-like. There was no shade of corrosion in her copperpenny eyes. 

"Took ya two dayth to get through it? Three?" She asked. As a ranger, she was interested in such facts. "An' you come in from the North thide of the foretht?" It would save Lilia finding out for herself, if she could simply take the woman's word for her travels. "I'm a thcout," She explained. "Juth-t athkin' for my own referenth." She added, lest the woman think she was being either critical or nosey. 

She grimaced at the thought of stepping on more thorns, and a little at the thought of having someone else try and pull them out. She'd done a botched job of the one that had become embedded in her nail bed, though, and left behind little droplets of blood as they went. The stranger seemed to have fared better- her feet weren't as gruesome as Lilia would've expected them to be. "Uh, yeah, I think I'll manage. We'll jutht go thlow." She said, turning down the offer as politely as possible. "I'm Lilia, by the way," She added.