Northstar Vale the girl with the broken smile

"Nae by choice," a soft, snorting little laugh accompanied these words as she scraped at the earth. There was humor there, of a sardonic sort, but the chuckle was tinted by something unintentionally dark. 

The druid fell still at his compliments and following proclamation. What a strange concept, her wise and well-versed. Perhaps that was only the lingering voices of Rajhan and Aliroth echoing in her mind. 

"Zank ye," was all she could murmur in response, inadequately, as wind tangled in her thin coat - for a moment, appearing that it might sweep her away entirely. 

"I vill need a guard-ian - vhen ze mothers start vhelping. Some-one ta 'elp protect ze younglings," Fen revealed, seeming to offer this position to him tentatively as her seelie gaze slid to Collision wonderingly.