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I'll archive :)

It's alright, little dove, I should've asked. Malice reassured when the female seemed sorry for not announcing her name before. It hadn't been such a big deal. A name was what someone made it, not the other way around. Thank you. Good luck with whatever you were doing. She said as a final goodbye, and then departed. 

She found shelter in a cave and rested there for the night, before traveling back to Arthendal without any inconveniences.