Kheelan...no, the name didn't ring a bell. She supposed she could understand preferring the isolation of the woods to the oft-annoying company of other Fae, but Jiao had always been too much of a social person to spend too long alone.
"I'm Jiao. What do you do for work?" Jiao tilted her head to the side. From the way he'd hesitated before using her rag, he clearly was someone who appreciated detail and beauty; some people would have just rubbed their face on it with no thought at all. But she knew most of the craftspeople in the village, either because they were friends or competitors.
Glancing out of the door, actually looking outside now she wasn't searching for pins, she stretched. "It's break time, I think." Reaching up for a little roughly-molded teapot with a golden berry pattern on a high shelf, she picked up a bowl full of leaves and began to heat water over a fire and stew tea. "...If you're going to stay, you can have some, if you'd like."
Jiao
And the bittersweet of every new defeat
Is I'm stronger than before
