Shine a light through an open door

Safrin "Aren't the stars beautiful, here? Something about the cold, I think..." Despite the cold she'd mentioned, at Safrin's arrival the air grew heavy with heat and perfumed with the scent of honeysuckle and the sea. Appearing from a small puff of air that solidified into her seated form, Safrin drew her knees close to her chest and wrapped her arms around her shins. Despite her resplendent beauty, just now in her weakened state, she looked painfully mortal. "Hello Hadama." She greeted, smiling softly at her King before reaching out to pluck up his offering. Twisting it in the light so that the thorns glinted, Safrin sighed softly. "You're a long way from Torchline's shores." She noted slightly, eyebrows raised to invite the King to tell her of his travels if he wished.