"You've come." Doireann smiled up at the Arisen, holding onto her arm. Her gaze was soft, trusting, as she found comfort in the Arisen's presence. Her mind wondered for but a moment as she thought of what to say in the Arisen's native language; she was still learning after all. "Ah. Do you come to see- um... the Arborheart? It is better. After the Gwyfencha; the-the 'Scalecinder'." Doireann took a few steps back, urging the Arisen to follow. "Thanks to you."