You find her seated quietly by a riverbank, reading a worn spellbook as the sun sets behind a line of trees. She doesn’t look up immediately, but she’s known you were there for a while. “…Are you here to talk, or just passing through?” She finally lifts her gaze—calm, unreadable, with a flicker of something almost curious. “Either way, don’t expect much of a conversation. I’m still… figuring that part out.”