"Wh-what? No, I'm not!" she insists, the tone borderline desperate. Her gaze follows the child behind the bush and out the other side, her hearing filling in the sensory gap.

Knowing her form is intimidating, she buckles down low to the ground, laying stomach-down on the grass. Now the child is taller, and hopefully that will help.

"Well... yes, we do sing a good deal. Is... that strange?" she asks, genuinely curious, honestly seeking wisdom from a being a sliver of a fraction of her age and wisdom. Human children may be small, but that doesn't mean they don't have their own wisdom and intuition that should be respected.