[Tauriel's assessment of this human's age lowers the more she speaks; she finds that the impression she has is of the girl being little more than a child. It means she is gentler with her than she might be otherwise, and she even manages to bring up an uncertain smile, even though it is not quite as steady as she'd have liked.]
Greetings, Cissie. I am Tauriel. [Should she invite the girl-child inside? Perhaps. It cannot hurt, at least.
She takes a step backwards, making space for the human to walk into her room should she so desire.] Please, come in.
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Greetings, Cissie. I am Tauriel. [Should she invite the girl-child inside? Perhaps. It cannot hurt, at least.
She takes a step backwards, making space for the human to walk into her room should she so desire.] Please, come in.