It's a practical approach, and the response makes Roesia smile. Clearly her eyes aren't a horror so deeply ingrained in her that it detracts from the answer.

"Not all are so self-sufficient," she muses. The forest will be kinder to this stranger than it is to most, she thinks, and so Roesia carefully covers her mushrooms and straightens with her basket. "When the sun grows highest, the animals either sleep in the shade or make their way to the water. The underbrush near it would be a good place to seek your food."