Hoshor Plains I'm thinking of you.

A soft grin warmed the red woman face, and she smiled back. 
“I am pleased that I could pass on his message, and to see it happily received.” She gave a nod, “And should our paths cross once more, he shall hear your words.”

She looked to the changing of the sky, the made the motion to turn, “I should be heading back to the camp, but I shall not forget our meeting. Thank you, Mireille.