Fool's Gold Chasm bonny black hare

Leviticus watched his patient closely, uneased by this turn of events. He was unable to relax enough to even sit again, and by the time Geminia had been able to bring their visitor to Woya's birthing den he'd begun pacing. It wasn't a typical characteristic of his, to be so tightly wound, but given everything that had happened and everything that was to come it could not be helped. He heard them coming and tried to settle himself, not wanting to afflict the stranger with his anxiety.

He listened attentively, and was relieved that she proved to be civil and here to help. That meant another mouth to share with, but also more help gathering food and transporting water. He himself was certain the benefit outweighed the cost, but didn't attempt to predict what Woya herself would think. While he was slowly learning to understand her, she was in many ways still a mystery to Levi.

Thankfully, while her answer wasn't exactly encouraging in nature, it seemed she at least agreed that they needed the assistance.

The matriarch spared the briefest of glances upon the hare before her gaze pinned Isomne, watching piercingly as she spoke her case. Or perhaps it was just Is's nerves, but so much rested upon this, she could not help but feel her heart rise into her throat as her fate was decided.

When the pale woman spoke it was blunt, and the words made Isomne's heart fall and leap at the same time. So her profession was seemingly unknown in this land, but she was welcome nonetheless, as long as she could carry her weight and contribute to the pack. She nodded, a smile of relief flooding her features. It was plain to see that the mother had other matters to attend to, and little patience to spare for a glorified beggar. Isomne could work with the situation, as she had before.

"Thank you, so much. I'll do my best." She accepted, without any further comment, giving a bow to the matriarch. Then she gave a nod of goodbye to the man who stood guard and turned as she rose to follow her escort away from the den. She wasn't even sure what she'd be if she were not, "flowery", as the leading lady had put it. It was who she was, how she had been brought up.

Still, perhaps she could show them that flowers did not have to be burdensome, and were not without their uses, in time. For now it was a start, a place to put down roots and try to grow from in the company of others. And that, if nothing else, meant she had something to sing about again.

It reflected well on the applicant that she heeded Woya's advice and ended the interaction concisely without sacrificing the proper amount of deference owed. The standing monarch let out a soft huff of acknowledgement, and remained as she was until the stranger was escorted out of her sight. Only once the other was out of view would she twist and turn to address the two escapees and coddle them back into contentment. When @Adelard returned she would tell him of their new recruit and ask that he keep watch on her. She couldn't have her niece and nephew's backs herself, but would ensure there were eyes out there somewhere to keep them safe against any more surprises.