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she pauses, turns back. "rusalka," she echoes, considering. she shakes her head, then, confirming her utter lack of knowledge with a "no, sorry." he must care for her, she muses idly, it's the most he's said the entire conversation. 

"good luck—with finding her. if I find out anything about her, or them, I'll let you know" she offers with a small smile. it'd be easy to send an envoy if not herself, and here was a chance to make a good impression on what seemed to be their closest neighbors. 

and then she's off, angling in the direction of the emberwood.