The first impression that Madame de Cedoux gives is not, typically, 'bold'. Words like soft or amiable or reserved might sooner come to mind; her one disastrous foray into the field will not encourage a second attempt soon. Still - what she is, under the tranquilly politic exterior, is most of all curious. On the list of things that she fears particularly, magic is increasingly low, familiar to her and gaining in confidence.

So she's startled, the first time she sees mist that seems to know what it's about. She makes a little noise, the second. The third time, however, she picks up her skirts off the stone floor to hurry along behind it, only partially stymied by their cyclical comings and goings.

Either, she reasons, she finds the source or what they seek. And, just in case -

to light her way she will insist if all proves well

- she wraps flame around the fist not clutching her skirts.