"Are you just the picture of politeness," Liona murmured when the woman shouted for someone to stop talking. Liona, of course, was hearing multiple voices at the moment, but she assumed that was something specific. She had come this way in part to try and discover what she was hearing. Perhaps it was a message from the Keeper or a test from the Hand. This? This wasn't any of that. The Hand may very well use a commoner girl, but why would talking animals bring her here?
Liona straightened when the woman looked towards her, realizing she was a person. Apparently that was surprising. Maybe she is a feral. Liona had heard tales of them. She had also heard that they tended to be a little rough around the edges and dirty. The way she had pictured them was in clothes that were ill-fitted with dirt on their faces and messy hair. This particular woman did not fill either of those requirements. She must have just been a commoner who happened to be out in the woods hearing voices she... she... Instead of answering the question, Liona tipped her head slightly to the side. "Are you hearing strange things? Voices that should not be there?"