Almost two months now, Elora has had to adjust to Darrow, and still it makes her head spin. At least there haven't been any more strange battles with Brownie-sized elf statues like there were around New Year's, but then, that was an oddness that she might have been better equipped to handle than the general state of everything else. The fashion is a mystery, her phone even more of one, and while refrigerators and the ovens they have here may very well be the greatest inventions of all time, as far as she's concerned, it still gives her a headache if she thinks too hard about it. It's like magic, but not like her magic, and that's a matter all its own.

All of it leaves her uncomfortably prone to introspection. That might just be why, when she passes by an alley on her way back to her apartment and sees a figure just standing there, she seizes on the opportunity for distraction, wary but curious as she comes to a stop. "Hey, are you okay?"