One of the new faces to arrive is a woman who is gazing at nearly everything with a mix of wariness but some relief. She doesn't need too much prompting to get a plate, choosing a bit of anything that looks good regardless of whether it goes together. Naturally, though, arms bump and apologies are murmured, or she's taken a seat somewhere that either her back or one of her sides is covered. She can't be too careful, particularly when trying culinary combinations or devoid of any weapons beyond whatever knives are provided to eat with.

After food, there's other opportunities for conversation, be it the intrigue of one of the crowd or how she's carefully touching some of the buildings as if they were illusions to crumble later. Solid ground, and her magic in her system - she briefly winces when the usual headache spikes, but it can't stop her. Free air. Even if it comes at cost. One thing is for certain in the rush of all this newness - this world is alive in a way the previous was not, and in that, one can gain some ground.

[ooc: feel free to wildcard it, Fever will just be all over the square!]