That's it, Darling, you got it in one.

[She lilts, but she doesn't go into her tent. Instead setting to pick up some of the other discarded pieces of clothes that the dragons brought her. She imagines whoever they belong to will come wandering by eventually.]

And what, perchance, are you? I have never seen a human with ears like yours. A spirit of some kind?

[Almost satyr-like if he had the hooves to go with it.]