"O-oh... that's a pretty name! If you don't mind me asking..."
Draumur gets up, brushing the bits of dead grass off of her legs.
"Can you at least point me in the direction home? I have no idea where my village is, and from what I've heard, i-it's nowhere near here..."
It looks like there are tears welling in the corners of her eyes. When they start to roll down her cheeks, the color is that of the sky at noon, and the consistency is something like honey.
"Snnff... So... what do y-you say? Will you help me back home?"