The corners of Willow's lips took a downward turn upon the girl's answer. It was clear that the girl's answer was not the one that Willow would have liked, and her face betrayed it. However, she didn't begin immediately chastising the girl for her choices, for it was not her place to criticize the choices that others undertook. "It is not the... Best of reasons to stowaway in a strange wagon," she said, doing a very good job of looking past Yan's rather forward approach. Willow could imagine what the poor girl's mother would go through once she realized her daughter was missing. Thinking about it only made her frown deeper.
Willow had to prevent herself from scolding her, telling the girls the dangers of jumping into the back of a wagon on a whim. What if the cart didn't belong to them? And some other disreputable mercenary band, who would show her the kindness they've shown her-- barring Raze's threat. She then turned to look at Dinan as he revealed that they were of similar mind on the lady's blood, that she was no simple commoner, but some noble. It was always the nobles that went seeking out adventure, it was why Willow was there after all. "You saw that too," she noted, rather than asked.
"Good to see that you found your feet again, Shyc," Willow said, finally allowing herself to reveal a smile again. "Not injured I hope?" She asked, though the boy was tough. It'd take a lot more than a fright and a crate to keep him on the ground. Taking her attention off of him, and placing it back to their new addition, Willow let her smile melt into the teacup she brought to her mouth. After taking a sip of the tea and looking the girl up and down, she spoke to her again. "Perhaps it would be wise to take your leave of the cart and stand with us on the ground?" She requested. "It's improper to carry on an extended conversation from the back of a wagon."
After she spoke the sentence, Willow took steps away from the cart to allow room for the lady to dismount, though her bauble still levitated near the girl-- but in such a way it was out of the way. At the top of the object, a small hole had since appeared, to allow access to the water within. Willow's offer of water was not rhetorical pleasantries, if the lady was thirsty, then she could drink freely if she wished.
"As do I Dinan," She agreed with the angel's view on finding one's own path through life, however the tone in her voice told that a but was all but inevitable. "Yet, I would implore that the lady consider returning to her family. They will worry once they realize their daughter is no longer there."
Feeling as though that notion would be dismissed by the rashness all youths possessed, Willow quickly continued to speak, "However, since I believe that you may not heed my advice," She said with a warm smile, showing that she would not be offended by the act, "Perhaps we should instead start with introductions? I will begin, my name is Willow, and I'm an Elementalist," She said, tilting her head toward the bauble that still floated. "And the man you so kindly scared out of the cart would be our very own Shyc. He's braver than he seems," She said with a wink towards the boy in question.