Giri sips her tea, glad for the cup to hide her own blush. It was not entirely without pleasure to be noticed in such a way, but it was also humiliating. Crane would probably think Giri was into this. She might even be right!

"Sagacious Crane, as I live and breathe" Giri says, once she's lowered the tea, a smile playing on her lips. "I didn't recognize you either without your usual priestly radiance, your goddess must have had quite the trial for you with her foxes. Oh, how is little Han doing? I saw her a week back or so at a tea house and she seemed to have found herself a girlfriend, of all things. Can you believe it? Why I remember when she was running around covered in mud pretending to fight off an invading legion by herself." Giri chuckles. "Not that I'd give her better odds than our knights, mind you, but the spirit was there and she has grown up so fast, hasn't she?"

Giri pauses, both she and Crane collecting themselves a bit. "As for me, I suppose I'm enjoying myself. I'm giving my Hymairean...companion..." (slight hitch on the choice of words there) "...a tour of the region. Somewhat unintentionally, I must admit, our river barge ran aground some ways back. I suppose it hasn't all been enjoyment, we've had quite an exhausting journey. I don't know that we have the time to really regale you with it properly. It feels like we've been to hell and back though, if I'm being honest." Giri's lips twitch just a little at that and she barely resists the chance to glance backward at Piripiri.

She is wondering though. Is this what you're hoping for Piripiri? The little small talk might pry out a hint about where Han is. Or it might meander for a while, letting the young dragon drift further and further away while our banneret plays hide and seek with a fox.