She approaches on feet silent as the fog, thin little legs, she stands, and for but a moment he large ears rise, only to fall again.

_{"Why is a Raven, like a writing desk?"}

What a silly question to ask, it has been said that the riddle had no answers.
Clearly this doe knows that it does.
She speaks no more now, but stands with tilted head and easy stance to await her question's answer.

She seems very serious.

"Not to sound particularly incredulous or inquisitive, but I am a curious fellow.
22 years?
What kept you trapped for...so long?"

Are you.. here to hurt him?

"If you don't tell us whether or not you are here to hurt him-... Will you give us hints of what you are going to do?
If so, what kind of hints?
And the last one.. Can one hurt you without hurting him?"

_{"Well done"}
Her answer comes sliding off the tip of her, literally, silver tongue like oil over water, as if he has won some great challange.
And maybe he has, for she only has time for the clever.


_{"How Can I help you?"}
she asks now. A seemingly much more useful question.