A light haired Duskwight sat a table off to the side from everyone else, cup of tea in one hand and a book in the other. Her hair fell past her shoulders in a tussled mess, like she'd forgotten to brush it this morning. White woolen robes were little different from her hair, creased as if she'd never bothered to lay them out properly. With a sigh she flipped a page, oblivious to the world, and to the tall Wood Wailer that approached her. "Oi, shouldn't you be back off in your woods and cave, by now?" The spear armed Elezen hassled her. That made the girl start and quickly look up. And up. "Oh, and shouldn't you be back to your guards post, or your mug?" The faintest of smiles tugged at the corners of her lips.