Charmer. She likes her already. It's fortunate for them both that Fever's already sorted a few things out, thanks to a delightful human who knew to soften the worst blows with alcohol and let her process at her own speed. And that she's wearing her thinking hat for the moment.

"If you want me to get really into theory, I'll have to settle down and do my best to playact at wizardry - never was my strong suit. But anyone who goes and makes a demiplane like this - well, there's nothing wrong with them wanting attention. A few more spells to show off can't hurt."

Looking down the aisle, she plucks one at random to observe. This one is a young man and young woman, sitting together at a celebration, if she's to guess - the woman with a cane in her off hand, the man looking like he was shaped out of the sky.

"They look quite happy."