When she confirmed that she was indeed from the pack of origin that she had in fact suspected. Kiliaen's features illuminated in recognition. "Okay! I was just curious." She started, "You smelled like another Hallows wolf I recently met ... that's all." It was just a general curiosity. The thought crossed her mind to ask about Balthier, but in the end, decided against it. Perhaps, another time. As her mind momentarily checked out, her citrine gaze settled on a nearby yellow bloom that she had yet to identify. Taking the lull in the conversation as an opportunity, she crossed the couple strides to harvest it as well before returning to the two that she momentarily stepped away from.
After Crux's introduction and Jane's confirmation that she was familiar and how Kiliaen flicked her ears. Fatalis. Maybe that was a name worth remembering after all if it belonged to the queen of The Hallows. Thoughts raced through the back of her mind, though she wouldn't say anything out loud. The autumn fae would just pull her grin a little tighter before allowing it to return to her normal friendly glow.
Kiliaen watched as the boy took stock of what he collected, him being about in the same boat as the rest of them. Her problem was that these plants weren't native to Auster, and she was. Never having left the continent herself. With a bright smirk, she quelled the chuckle that threatened to rise in her throat as she drew her own voice once. "The pretty ones are always a great place to start. But I bet if you took your findings to the lead healer of your sister's pack, I imagine they would be able to tell you exactly what you have." She responded in an encouraging tone.
Suddenly, another roll of thunder struck the background ambiance. The air between them began getting heavier once more as she could practically feel the sky preparing for another round. Glancing between her new friends, she hesitantly found her voice. "I think the rain is getting ready to pick up again, and I've got a little bit of a journey ahead of me." She said lightly before motioning back the way she had come.
As she turned to go, she gave one more parting word of farewell. "Good luck herb hunting, though! Until we meet again." She did hope she would cross paths with both Jane and Crux again. But who knew where life would take them? In one fluid motion, Kiliaen grabbed her personal collection and bounded back towards the wood from which she came.
