Lost in her thoughts, Dove nearly jumps out of her skin at the question, turning her full attention to the woman across the way. "Oh...! Ah, yes, I suppose I am..." she admits sheepishly, dropping her hand from the hedge to instead wrap her arms over her middle as she makes her way over to properly talk.

There's a strange warmth that seems to follow her, even as the subtle golden glow of her eyes dims away, leaving them a deep amber hue. "Nervous habit, I guess."