Kattrin hasn't seen another Avvar for months, not since she left the hold. It's less that she's been avoiding them and more that it's rare to see one in the lowlands. She has to wonder why this woman is here until she sees the flicker of a shard. Much is explained in that moment.

But it doesn't fix any potential awkwardness to come of this as she speaks, her own accent equally as thick. "There are stables that will provide. For a view the best places in the city seem to be the docks," the mage woman answers, seeing no reason to not respond to the questions presented no matter what her own position among the Avvar might be. Not every Avvar will be able to be aware of her status on sight, after all.