Her time on the mountain had been...something else.
She had been taken care of, patched back up to a healthier status and given a stern talk about...something. Apparently they had dipped into something they weren't supposed to and thankfully most of it went over Nightingale's head. Regardless she was back on the move now. Keen to discover these willows that Punkly had spoken of.
Which didn't take very long to spot when she descended down from the mountainside. The trees far different from all the others, even if the winter stripped them bare. Not to mention she could smell others here, hopefully he was one of the layered scents. Admittedly she felt some nervousness at being here now. She hadn't really had a whole lot of grand tales to share — save for the dazed scare on the mountain top. Maybe he wouldn't even want to see her again. Time had drifted by since they had last met.
It was with a soft, anxious tone that she let out a small call. Full of all the politeness a princess was taught. Announcing herself and kindly asking for his presence.