Once inside, Zane's reaction caught her off guard. Flustered, she experienced a moment of something that felt suspiciously like what humans called 'panic' when it appeared she'd upset her dear friend. Oh no. She hadn't checked with anyone beforehand to see if re-gifting something so precious was impolite. Perhaps she should have asked Ghede, he always knew everything. Siri's cheeks colored, her lower lip pinched between her teeth. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean ... oh! Well, you're very welcome."
The hug caused her to flicker, momentarily seizing into the immaterial. She was fairly good at maintaining a solid form these days without interference, but contact was still new to her. A little nervous laugh slipped from her. Stable again, she slung her arms around his shoulders in return. Hugs were a little odd, she thought. They felt lovely, but what were the rules? How long did two people hold onto each other? When was it awkward? She'd seen comedians make jokes about that. Zane was a little cold, which was interesting, too. She backed up to take a look around the interior of the caravan when released. There were plenty of familiar things, and some new.
Sirikit was peeking at things she assumed must be Nora's when Zane spoke of her origins. She shot him a frown over her shoulder, nose wrinkled in distaste. "How medieval. People still do things like that? Awful." Partially transparent, she walked through the back of an armchair, then solidified to drop into it, casual and loose as a happy housecat.
"That was very kind of you, helping her out. If she needs someone else to show her around ever, that won't provoke hunger, I'm happy to help." The tree spirit swung her bare feet to and fro over the edge of the armchair. "Now that the shadow's not stalking my tree, I've got plenty of time."
As curious as she was about Zane's new friend, she wasn't Siri's primary concern. "So? Where have you been, what have you been up too? Tell me everything."