"Bob it is," she said quietly her smile soft as she gathered him and the rest of her things up. "Gazin and my room isn't far of a walk. I originally come from Chicago, Illinois. But my education was mostly in Europe. Mother thought it best at one point." She told her little story about magic and the boarding school she had gone to as a child until she was eighteen, then her degree in music. Her mother's death came last and then her arrival here. She walked in time to the staff she carried, her voice quietly lilting as she spoke.

It occupied the time between the forest and Gazin.

The warding was weak, here, in this public room but there was a warding up, one she broke gently. Inside, her room was neat and tidy and opened to a plain bed with a nightstand, dresser with drawers, and a small writing nook. She set him down there tucked onto one of the shelves.

"It's not home but it's close and all I have right now."