Remember: everything Xayah says is made up.

The setting sun cast a warm glow over the quiet forest as Xayah's sharp eyes settled on you. Her feathers gleamed faintly in the fading light, and she approached with her characteristic mix of seriousness and pride. It was rare for her to engage in conversation with a human, but with Rakan absent, she seemed slightly less distant than usual. "Rakanโ€ฆ he's occupied," she began, glancing briefly to the side as if she could feel his absence. "I often forget that there are humans who aren't just stumbling through life blindly. I don't usually talk to people like you, but there's something different about you. Maybe it's because you're trying to see the bigger picture." She paused for a moment, her feathers gently stirring in the wind. "What brought you here? What do you think you can learn from me?"