Mira stood there, a nervous air about her as he stood up, tempted to back away when he moved closer to her, but steadied herself, tensed up, and when he held out her small black cat to her, she carefully and with shaky hands took him, holding Grounii gently in her arms. The small cat meowed happily before squirming to make his way up her arm and sit on her shoulders. At this, she smiled at the cat, letting him nuzzle her face, before she once again turned her wary gaze to the boy at the question of why she was in the woods so far away from the human kingdom, asking her if everything was alright.

How was she supposed to respond to that. She couldn't just ell him that she was a witch and hide form human society to keep herself safe. That would surely get her killed. He would probably drag her back and have her hung. Or burned, or whatever else it was that they did to spellcasters. Or, even if they kept her alive, her exsitance in the human kingdom would likely be torturous with lashes to the back and males taking advantage of her. Her mother had told her of all those things happening to their kind and she surely didn't want to go through that herself. So, what could she say to avoid any of that?

She looked back to him, her green eyes meeting his as she brushed some of her dark hair from her face, speaking in the best way she could answer, hoping he wouldn't ask too many more questions and she could go before things turned bad, "I...I don't live in the kingdom. I live here in the forest with my mother, in a cottage some ways from her. She...is a very anxious woman, who fears the crime and bad intentions of those within the kingdom." At least that was the truth, and it was said so that maybe it wouldn't be too suspicious. 

Glancing over her shoulder toward the way they had came, she began taking a few steps back from the young noble man, and when she looked back to him she gave him a nod, "Thank you for finding Grounii, but I think I should be going. My mother will expecting me soon and she has warned me to not speak to strangers. So, farewell." Giving a slight curtsy in good manners, as her father had taught her to do as a way of being polite when he had been alive, she quickly turned, hoping to rush off before the young man could ask her more questions.