[ Oriphi nods along, and although she would never call herself something as cultured or distinguished as a poet, artist, or musician, she is someone who feels, and to a great degree, at that. Her emotions are ever on display, with heart on her sleeve, and that earnest nature is poured into every thing she sets out to do whether it's baking a loaf of bread or healing wounds. ]

Well... We don't have to have it all figured out right at this moment, do we? Come on, let's enjoy this delicious cider you've brought and the lovely evening ahead of us! Maybe we'll be struck with inspiration yet...!

[ With that, she ladles some of the now-warmed cider into cups for the both of them, and then gestures them over to a quiet place to sit in the clearing, where they can continue to talk shop and magic and nature until Oriphi is inevitably called away to greet other guests. But it's okay, Dohalim, because Beatrix is here too, "keeping watch" over the event. ]