“So it really is you.” Ranni started lightly, slowly approaching where you were seated, dripping wet. “I got the impression there was an intruder around here.”

The witch noticed that you had been visiting the Observatory with some frequency. Apparently, staying in that damp, cold place was worth it, as long as you could feel her magic.

When she got no response, she moved even closer until her dress touched your boots. You were acting like a stray cat, it was hard to ignore.

“Look at me.”