[There’s a flash of a smile at the thanks, her posture seemingly relaxed for someone doling out friendly warnings of dangers in the water and other weird phenomena. Well, that and she might seem to be a little cold; winter has never much agreed with her—perhaps unsurprisingly, considering her reptilian appendage—and Highstorm’s winter is in full swing around this time of year.

It’s getting close to a year since she first arrived here herself, so she’s getting pretty good at reading unfamiliar faces as new arrivals. Probably helps that a lot of them tend to look lost, sure. But even if he hadn’t outright stated it, the questions sure hammer the point home.]

Yeah, I feel you. You’ll get used to it, but a lot of it still feels pretty odd when you think about it.

[She points up at the sky where twin moons shine with subdued brightness over the courtyard.]

The perpetual night here in Highstorm? Cities on floating islands and people sprouting out of the dirt at an enormous tree? Weird, but normal.

[Fingers tap along the stone near the water then, and she pauses for a moment as she looks out over the mingling crowds nearby.]

Aside from this… shadows have been acting a little spooky lately and it only seems to be increasing. [Golden eyes drift back over to him.] Like, they’ll try to grab at you. Might give you a glimpse of someone from back home. If you start seeing any of that stuff, it’s best to turn around and get the hell out.

[And after a beat, she laughs.]

Okay, I know it sounds like bullshit campfire stories or something, but I promise I’m not pulling your leg here.