The girl listened to Lilja's explanation with heedful eyes, brows raised and lips pursed in curiosity. 'Me too' She canted her head to the side. 'I was found in a meadow a little ways west of here, my previous Queen was kind enough to extend help to me, so why not I to you?' Beaming, Hjördis let her tail continue to beat the air, nodding her head as she spoke. She wasn't alone. She wasn't alone! Finally, she felt a sense of companionship—her condition, this curse, was not one exclusive to her. That itself brought a warm rush of relief.

Hjördis was about to voice her deep appreciation for solidarity when her thoughts were interrupted by the small woman's outburst—'You're like me!' She pricked her ears. 'Lilja, Lilja Järvinen.' A name that was soothingly familiar—another from the northern regions. Lilja, your name— it suits you! She chirped. It's beautiful. She trotted a few steps forward and settled on her haunches. Her forepaws continued to shuffle with elation.

'If you'd like, I can take you to my king and if her permits, you'd be welcome to stay as long as you need or would like.' The offer took Hjördis by surprise. A king... her ears tilted back slightly. Ooh, oh... is he... scary? Authority had always intimidated Hjördis—it was part of why she was so fond of her village. The chieftain being her own father was a relief. If it were anyone else, she would likely be reduced to the meek girl her sister was.

Still, the invitation was enticing—even now, she could feel her stomach rumble. It'd been a few days since her last true meal, as opposed to surviving off of foraging on berries. ...Um... she pensively scowled, ...yeah. I'll come. But... I dunno if I'll stay for long. No matter. Hjördis's expression returned to one of good-natured excitement, as she stepped aside to let Lilja lead the way.