What, that you're clever? Curufin always spoke highly of his associates. Are you not one of them?

[With no attempt made to hide her distaste, naturally. But it's also fairly unimportant at the moment. She just has no desire to pretend to be friendly. It's been a long walk here.]

No, I can't tell what the forest is. But it smells lush, and green and feels safe. Like a cocoon of vines and leaves. The rainstorm... maybe. There's one that feels less like rain and more like, hm. Determination. Resolve. There's an intensity to it.