She smiles softly, She seems a bit more settled in herself since last she saw her. Good. She thinks approvingly. As she waits her turn respectfully. The tension in her shoulders eases a mite. Though her hairs are still slightly up and on edge. There are similar sorts of places in other realms. Where most civilizations build alters or marker stones of one sort or another. Perhaps if they can find a door or stable portal to one this year. She and Dor will find or build a spot more akin to home to honor her kin and his.

She nods with a soft smile but it doesn't quite reach her eyes which are soft and slightly saddened. "Aye..tis true." She murmurs softly. And glances about for some free spot to perhaps sit. She did enjoy chatting with folks by a fire, heath or candlelight. True modern lighting was good for some things..But the other kind called and soothed something..perhaps longing and something more primal, older in her soul.

She slightly tilts her head, some sort of protective aura, perhaps. She half mused noticing the mists respects the lights. Her ancestors on her mother's side had a love and respect for fire. Heck most of their 'heroes' we're flame-haired.

Her face softens a bit more. "Aye..my brother Connor especially." She replies softly. It seemed the time of year to share such things when the veil was thin. She softly rubs her left side, if she and Dor were ever blessed with a son she knew what at least what perhaps his middle name would be. Her hand curls a little into a fist the knuckles going slightly white. The Ogre Wars had dealt heavily on most folks back in the EnchantedForest over the years. Though the last bit of news they'd gotten about home was they had the latest attempted invasion by the brutest creatures under control. But they were tenacious sorts.