Some.

( Her tone is ambiguous. By no means will she be clarifying which of the stories, oh no. That would surely not do.

As Miss Ives steps closer, Herian looks towards her. Wonders, briefly, if now is one such moment, only for her hostess to step away once more. A smile tugs very briefly, unseen, at the corner of her mouth. )

I've my moments, certainly. Though oft it seems that it is the outdoors that stir me most to action. To be under the watchful stars, mayhaps, sparks inspiration to great deeds.