The press of questions into her personal affairs made Caoimhe begin to turtle in on herself, as insecurities were becoming laid bare, "N-No... I have never been courted before."

She pulls her hands from his own, and nervously takes to pools of her red hair, to press them behind the long length of her elven one. Exposing the earrings that decorated them and how they grew slightly red from feeling embarrassed by what he asked. Caoimhe moves towards the tents of where her Caravan was established. The sound of music playing still filling the air from all sorts of musical instruments, she looks behind her back towards him and gently waves him over, "Well come this way then, once you have met the Elder. You are welcome to use anything that we have to share."