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She was well aware that curiosity alone was enough to fuel one's confidence and make it grow exponentially. While it was a powerful thing in itself, Lilin personally would not have ventured this close to claimed borders nor dedicated a song to its resident pack out of curiosity only. Lilin scarcely bothered with anyone but her family, so idle chit chat with strangers wasn't part of her priorities. If the opportunity presented itself, she had no problems conversing with the willing but she would not go out of her way to make it happen. With the looming menace of a Dawnrunner invasion, there was a very real possibility that random visitors such as the blonde merchant were not who they claimed to be. Paranoia was strongest in times of caution; Lilin couldn't help but wonder if her cousins felt the same, or if their heedfulness was purely instinctive.
''Oh, you shouldn't have.'' A casual visit was one thing; it was believable, even if the Virding had not anticipated it. Gifts, on the other hand, brought about a higher level of prudence. She was unaccustomed to formalities of the trade, nor the standard procedures in establishing connections. While it was likely a second nature to the merchant, Lilin did not like the idea of accepting items. No matter how good the woman's intentions appeared to be; she had nothing to give in return and being in one's debt was not a situation she solicited. The Soulstorm heir allowed a sideway glance to meet Niernan's gaze as the woman moved away from the trio, searching through the caravan's contents for whatever she'd brought them. Caution had spread and clearly, it affected her comrades as well. A lopsided smile was offered to her cousin closing in on the distance between them, her tail thumping lightly against the earth as a silent welcome.
Irises of mediterranean blue returned to their visitor promptly when her voice found its way to them once more. There it wandered, examining the painting with obvious interest before moving over to the bundle of practical herbs held out before her. She knew nothing of the plants on display, but Saul and Colibri would surely recognize them in an instant. ''That's a breathtaking picture and I can assure you the herbs will be put to good use. Thank you,'' she responded softly, taking the larger items from the golden femme's grasp and setting it down gingerly before her. The herbs, she took within her hands and held on to them. ''May I ask what pack you belong to, Amy?'' she questioned with a tilt of her head, knowing it would be useful information should they ever want to return the courtesy.