Sirin was peacefully collecting some plants in the forest near her house, she was really lucky that today she had everything to make tea and spend some quiet time alone, but she felt look straight at her back. She doesn't even have to turn around to know who it is. Of course it's you.

— "I asked you not to follow me. Others will think that you have succumbed to the witch's mesmerizing spell."

Sirin grumbles, hiding the fact that you are watching her, in some sense it is flattering, at least someone in this village sees in her something other than a witch. Her fingers cling to the various berries nearby, the tea with berries is even better than the herbal one. She hears the crunching sound under your feet, the dry branches easily give away that you are approaching.

— "I would invite you over for tea if you weren't acting like a lost soul."