Evie watches with a look bordering amusement as Sabine tosses the flowers at the shrine and makes to leave, yet, within a moment, she's turning back around to try to fix things up again. Sabine had spent much of the walk up the snowdrift in complaint, as Evie did little more than listen. Men have their secrets and their reasons, but she's quite sure Sabine knew that.

"Huh." There's a lot of speculation and thoughtfulness lying in that single word. "I had expected that you might indeed just walk away." Maybe she's a little impressed. Maybe she's reassessing the elven woman she'd already sized up. Either way, it's not an unkind smile that she gives, but that amusement still doesn't quite go away, even as she moves forward to help clear up the shrine. "I wonder why he chose thistle flowers for Senna."