Hushed Willows shed your travails

Not an intrusion, Lily assured her, beckoning the young lady into the trees. Once they'd gone a significant distance into the territory--at least enough to get away from the blowing snow--the blackbird turned back to her new companion with an inquisitive look. She had much to ask--but perhaps it could wait until the light of day. 

You must be exhausted, she murmured, blinking sympathetically at Sweet Rain. I'm Lily. This is Elysium, a sanctuary for anyone who needs it. As long as you are kind and contribute, you can stay as long as you like. We're peaceful, here.

Her face bloomed with a smile, and then she turned her head toward the path that led to the dens. Are you hungry? Tired? What can I do to make you feel comfortable? Her tail swished behind her, a slow and gentle rhythm. That is, if you want to stay, of course. But I figured you might appreciate a reprieve from the storm.