[ This is getting stranger and stranger. For a long moment, Rinwell remains standing. Her hands clasp behind her back, easier to hide the way they clench and unclench. She's thinking hard, thinking back to her own experience here the first time—

How untethered she had been, disconnected from and still inextricably linked to her home. (Answering questions about the owl forest once she'd returned to Cadens had been a trip on top of a trip.)

Rinwell releases the breath she hadn't realised she'd been holding, and carefully steps closer. Soft small Hootle seems to have no such worries, has no doubt as to the identity of the person sitting at the fire. And Rinwell has ever trusted his feelings.

And when the log is patted, sits down. Close, but not too close. She knows all too well the sting of those thorns. ]

Well, where were you before you walked here? It looks like you'd been walking a while, if you stopped to make a fire now.

[ Her head tips to one side, and she has to pause and think herself. How does she answer that? She hadn't exactly been nice to Shionne, her tune only really changing in the last weeks before— ]

I.. Yeah. We haven't known each other very long, but I guess we're friends. [she smiles slightly, keeping her nerves steady] We were traveling together. You. Me and Hootle. [hoot!] With Law, and Kisara. Dohalim. And Alphen.

[there's an excited pulse suddenly, at the thought, the realisation:] Have you seen them around here too?