[She will find Kazuha watching her calmly, not having moved from his position. His natural reticence keeps his face from revealing too much, but there is some curiosity evident in his scarlet gaze. Being himself, he heard her footsteps below even before she joined him on the roof, but they sounded so odd--a quiet serenity echoing through nature like the steps of an animal in the forest, even though their weight and cadence were in line with what he'd expect from a human.

He is still puzzling over the sound when she appears, and the wind carries to him the scent of birds and insects, deer and rabbits, dried leaves wet with rain and mushrooms growing in the decaying carcass of a fallen tree. In this place, which smells nothing like the nature he knows, it's enough to make his chest ache. Her scent reminds him of everything wrong with his surroundings: the silence of this forest feels like an anchor weighing on his heart, leaving him dead in the water, unable to move.

Yet alongside the ache is something less familiar, a strange sort of giddiness welling up within him. It's entirely new to Kazuha, though he can guess the cause: he's never met anyone whose attunement with nature rivals his own. Could this be such a person, standing before him now? If she is indeed a person, anyway, and not some manner of forest spirit.

With his senses in overdrive, it takes him a moment to process what she's saying.]

Oh? My apologies, then.

[It's soft and not insincere, though he shows no sign of moving from his perch.]

Though if you're looking for the local trout population, miss, the roof is an odd place to do so.

[okay there is maybe just a hint of snark]