Hushed Willows i ka hale

Oh, lovely. Just the answer she was looking for. Lily let her shoulders relax, and her face burst into a grin, her tail thrashing behind her. Excellent, she chirped. We would have taken you either way, but that sweetens the deal, she added, mirth gleaming in her eyes. She canted her head deeper into the willows. Come along. I'll take you to the dens and you can pick one out.

She began to walk, expecting the woman to follow after her. It wouldn't take much to catch up, anyway. Once they were in step, Lily began to speak again. So, Noelani--where are you from, originally? What brought you out traveling? She was vaguely aware that an inquiry of such nature could dredge up bad memories. . .but then, as caretaker of Elysium, she rather had a right to know, yes?

Besides, if it truly made Noelani uncomfortable, she could dance around the question, and Lily would be fine with it. Just so long as she wasn't hostile or deliberately untruthful.