Simmaeri had not lost any love of youth over the centuries. Rather, she found it more and more charming and valuable. It was so fleeting; she was lucky, sharing some of that precious time with people of small years. It was no idle saying that the young often had great insights the old overlooked; she, herself, had found herself lost to certain things before a fresher perspective drew her back to sense.

It was very comfortable, having such a relaxed, friendly, seemingly carefree person next to her. One with no fear of talking to strangers, which was best of all. Any chance to learn was one she wanted to take.

"Simmaeri," she replied, bowing her head as she placed a hand on her chest. "Hello."