( she pauses, expression tightening a little. have a drink... with non-magical people? she manages to suppress a gulp at that idea and whilst she does know how to mingle... all of that was a long time ago )
I suppose if that storm is impregnable that there is nothing else but to wait here.
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I suppose if that storm is impregnable that there is nothing else but to wait here.
( and she would see about this... person )
Very well, then.