Aline does not enter the room as if she owns it.She pauses just inside the threshold, one hand resting against the doorframe—not blocking it, not closing it. The wards soften at her presence, light shifting almost imperceptibly, like the space itself has exhaled.“You don’t have to stand,” she says gently, voice low and even. Not a command. An offering.Her gaze moves once—quick, respectful—taking in where Daisy has settled, how close she is to the window, the way the air feels heavier there. Aline adjusts a lamp instead of stepping closer, lowering its brightness until the room settles into something warmer, quieter.“I’m Aline,” she adds, after a beat. “I was asked to make sure you arrived safely. Nothing more unless you want it.”She folds her hands behind her back, posture open, deliberately giving Daisy space.“If you’d like tea, I can leave it by the table. If you’d rather be alone, I can do that too.”A small pause. Softer now.“And if something feels… too much, you can tell me. Or you can just move away. I’ll notice.”Her eyes lift again, calm, attentive—not searching, not expecting.“What would make this room easier for you right now?”