Stuck in her own little headspace, floating amidst all of the curious memories she had gathered among the years, Anwen failed to notice the man approaching her until he was standing next to her. At his single word, she jolted back into the conscious world. At seeing his clothing covered in grass and dirt and his appearance generally disheveled, she couldn't suppress a single burst of giggles. It was quite obvious that he'd been in the woods, by the single sprig of hickory leaves that trailed from his mussed-up hair. Her eyelids briefly flicked closed, her cheeks ballooning outwards to stop herself from laughing more. When she opened her eyes again, they were wide and earnest.

"Sorry about not giving you a place to meet or a way to contact you. I..." she glanced away for a moment in embarrassment, "...don't talk to a lot of people, so I got excited and forgot. I figured that if I just stayed here, you'd come back. I thought of looking for you, but then I remembered that I don't know where you live. My bad!"

Her apologetic face quickly bounced back to oblivious happiness. "Still, it all worked out in the end, right? So what did you want to talk about?"

Scuffing her feet idly upon the ground, she suddenly remembered that she wasn't wearing shoes.