"I mean, I know I'm no good at farming. I'm not going to tell you how to farm."

Ylva sighs, but she makes an attempt at a smile. It's a little awkward and has too many teeth, as her smiles tend to be when she's trying too hard. "You're Mairi, right? You're a druid? I had to come see you because, well, so am I."

Should she shake hands? The thought comes to her too late, and offering a hand after a pause seems weird, so she does not.

"I'm Ylva."