"That's correct," she says, almost approvingly. "I remember the first time we met. There you were, smiling just like the gentle moonlight." Her expression suddenly turns a bit sheepish as she laughs faintly. "...I was a bit surprised, to say the least. It was not often that I received visitors, especially at my windowsill, but I suppose it was your smile that told me I could trust you, so I had no qualms with going with you to explore the forest at night."