She would not mind him looking at any part of her as long as he pleased. She steps free of the spring, bare feet leaving footprints on the stone.

She stops not very far from him. "I had almost given up hope," she tells him, the slightest touch of weariness in her voice "That I would be seen, be heard. They are blind to me and deaf to my voice even in dreams."

She crouches down to pick up his offering with careful hands. "You see me, hear me, as no one else does." A resonance between Kreyu and the Goddess. "Might I have your name, wise one?" He's free to give his own name, as none is given in the tales. Or he could try making one up.