She knows the mushroom that Finian is gathering well. In small doses, it can ease anxieties; in larger ones, it can create a much deeper sleep. It's useful, and her polite smile back to him widens. The forest knows him, is fond of him; it lets her relax a bit, not quite so worried that the young man is going to charge at her.

Granted, being fond of the forest and being fond of the Profane aren't the same thing.

"Are you finding enough of the mushrooms?"