A thin gold circlet glints on her brow when she turns to his voice, red eyes assessing everything about him in a quick moment. Not a threat, none of these people seem to be, and her magic's still in place. It's fine, it's fine - it still feels like it'll be a trick, though. Some realm bent on trying to snap everyone over its knee. And yet, so far, it hasn't.

"A bit of both, as it happens, but I'll make a long story short and say it's good to be breathing air as a free woman. Fever, and well met."