Hushed Willows and trilled a lover's song in pure delight [festival]

Suddenly a stranger appears, and she's ashamed of how startled she is to see him; she knows she should expect it, but she can't seem to relax. For a moment she can only blink at him, failing to process his question at first. Her mind locks up, and when the words finally register she flushes with further embarrassment. If it's obvious even to a stranger that she's distressed, she must look terribly pathetic.Um, She says, ears falling back slightly. As much as she hates to admit it, she does need help. Even if it's from a slightly scary stranger. I um, I don't really know where I am.