Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand?

It was quite clear he was young and inexperienced with how the world worked. Wren didn't want to question his, daresay, innocence. She didn't want to caution him. That was what a parent did. To him, she was just an unfamiliar face in the crowd. He blurted out his own compliment and she grinned somewhat. It felt strained to smile too much. "Thank you" the young woman replied politely "sometimes I wish I had eyes as you do. They're both a different color. Much better and more unique." She wasn't fishing for anything though. It was a simple admission of the truth.

She turned her body to the side, looking at the lake before them. "Ichor, do you know how to fish?" She had seen him looking at the depths a bit. This time, she did flash him a true smile. She approached the edge of the water "I know how to get the prey to come closer." She reached out with a paw, tapping the surface. The ripples caught the attention of some fish, who swam over to investigate. She backed away a small bit before making sure her shadow was nowhere near them. Then, she flashed a paw out. Scooping a fish from the lake, she bit the neck easily when landed.

Satisfied with her skill, Wren grinned. "Sorry, I saw you looking at the water... I thought you might be hungry." She was only trying to be nice. For once.