[ It's no Midsommer, thank whoever for that, and Claire can't help but smile. They're young, and she appreciates the flowers. While they can't be seen, when she kneels to inspect the blossoms, wind ruffles the petals which stokes the chanting. ]

Lilies and orchids. Fertility and birth. Have you branched out and forgotten to fill me in?

[ She's teasing, then stands and feels the familiar tug within her to truly bless these mortals. ]

And when's the last time you made an appearance?

[ She may or may not use spirit fingers at that last bit, eyes sparkling gold with a hint of theater. She's bad at lying, but makes for a good over-the-top dramatic actress—perfect for the mortals. ]