[that's as much as a 'thank you' as she is going to get—not that she's looking for one—and wanda takes it for what it is, this quiet and mismatched acquaintance she has managed to foster with the tall, silver-haired man. she does not raise her head, but sees from the corner of her eye as he crouches down to make sure the stubborn baby goat that sticks to his side stops making loud noises at him.

wanda does not smile, simply focusing on making sure she's got enough food on her hand for the ones giving her attention. it's between her pausing to get new pellets from the pouch that one of the goats turns more attentively towards sephiroth, impatient about waiting for wanda.]

I don't know about 'enticed'. This is simply what Solvunn has to offer.

[some would claim it's a cute and easy distraction.]

It is far more peaceful than the magicks of Thorne and the weapons of The Free Cities, anyway. [those were wanda's least favorite of all. she looks up at him, meeting his eyes.] But somehow you are here among the baby goats?