If there is any sort of negative response to the glint of something in the moonlight then there is little to be seen on her face as Saoirse carefully tilts her head, half hidden beneath the hood she wears and frowning ever so slightly. Her staff rests secured on her back but does not make much in the way of motions besides lightly adjusting her hold on the crown of flowers.

"It is not often that I find others out here," she says lightly. "Have you come hoping to clear your head? I find myself wandering out here in need of such things more often than not."