Hushed Willows not like the cistern

For a moment, she thought she was seeing double, a strange side effect of the state she'd found herself in lately. But the twin song surely dispelled that notion; she blinked, and found that they did not come back together again. Her mouth opened wide in a smile as she moved toward the pair, wagging her tail in greeting.

Why, hallo, Lily said, torchlight gaze bouncing between the two. Welcome to Elysium, our sanctuary in the willows. What brings you both here today?

Neither seemed particularly familiar. Were these more Morningsiders, left behind in the shuffle, like Skraeling? Or others from farther away, seeking shelter for the winter? She fell silent, expression still curious, but waiting for them to respond.