[ The fae twitters at Julien's fluffing up, but it's not in an unkind way, though she does tilt her head at the mention of humans. It's at this point, though, that Lambert's going to interrupt rudely, having had enough of the niceties-- ]

Who are you? And just how long have you been asleep that you didn't even notice getting hit?

[ Perhaps surprised to be addressed in such a blunt tone, the fae jumps, blinking at them wide-eyed before she smiles again. Her expressions are a little wooden, but it seems the positive feeling is genuine, at least. ]

My name is Pussywillow. And let's see, I've been asleep... [ She taps a finger against her chin, thinking. ] ...Oh, a few years now, I think! It's hard to tell time when you're a tree.