Dragoncrest Cliffs might as well ask what makes a star

A smile teased at the corner of her lips when the alabaster sylph made her way to greet her, a soft hum echoing in her breast as she mused over the skayona's words. "Yes. I'm afraid I don't handle grief very well, makes me rather uncomfortable if I'm honest." Her restlessness likely had to do with her poor handling of her own emotions, so having to deal with someone else's wasn't really her cup of tea.

"How have you been?" she asked in an airy breath, gaze trailing upwards to search for the woman's moonlit eyes as she recalled their last encounter several moons ago and the events that took place between then and now.