[Grainne gathers up some of her foraging, mostly mushrooms in handkerchief bags, some berries, and a few of last years nuts she found in nooks and crannies.]

Ah, if I might ask, how is it that you came to be here? I have not met a dryad in many years. [Even in her first life it had been decades since. She's wondering a little at the luck of meeting one now, in this place tied to the land.]