Mokuren stood stock still as the woman - Skyra, she introduced herself as - asked if she was alright. And stepped back, which was a welcome relief. As much as she loved the sccent of her, it was to much to be touching so soon.
"I....Mokuren" she managed, still locking down her legs so they couldn't hope to move, and thus not hope to flee. She was small, smaller than Mokuren had expected this scent to be attached to. But, She didn't care. The only problem would be how awkward it would be to explain why she was like this. Espeically since Mokuren herself didn't know.