Stone Circle There are no gentle ladies here

Cygnet was grateful that Inkeri was brief, and did not greet her with suspicions or questions. She'd been prepared to defend herself should she be interrogated about her intentions, or judged on account of her looks. Instead, she found herself nodding abruptly, and grunting agreeably to the woman's offer, and sat down, prepared to wait. 

She nibbled at the remnants of a burr stuck to her chest, pulling free the little hooked seedlings that had gotten caught on the way to Kvarsheim. She made herself look busy, concentrated- so that small talk might be discouraged. Nevertheless, she kept one ear canted in Inkeri's direction, resigned to reply if necessary.