Serpent Lake Who fell down the well?

Oh. Oh, she was... kind of cute. Panacea, he corrected gently, slowing his pronunciation for her. A faint, shy smile tugged at the corners of his mouth with her next words. But before he could answer, the girl added her own introduction almost as an afterthought. Emery. Emery. He repeated her name with a dip of his muzzle, a proper greeting this time.

I'm not sure I can answer that. Never knew my parents, Panacea added, his eyes softer on her now. His tone turned wry again as he went on — but not unkind. Maybe I'm secretly part flower or something.

He paused, tilting his head as he studied her for a long moment. Just passing through, then, Emery? He wondered quietly, tail curling around to tuck against one flank.