"I've not heard of such a place..." That is neither here nor there, but at least she seems less worry now and more pleasantly delighted.

All the notes and signs that would give a normal person red flags - don't, to her. She is a country bumpkin through and through, a little mermaid sort of character retold within the realm of Abeir-Toril - but with Primordial Gods, as Parents. No dwellings to be had, as that truth is something not even known to her as she is now, "Ah!"

Truly, Ah!

Caoimhe lets out an exhale, a deep one that releases all the worries welled within her worry wart of a heart, "I am glad then, I truly thought for a moment you must be ill. At least for the elven folk within the Tuatha De - a lapse of memory is a sure sign of one's life coming to an end. I mean, simply that you are growing old!"

She gives a chipper smile. As if all things are good, and everything can move on into better tidings, "Will you be with me for a walk then? I can show you around more. You can tell me about Bauldur's Gate, and what it is like on the Sword Coast!"