A small tap came at the opening to the Enchanter's balcony parlor, heralding a diminutive elf wearing a shawl and carrying a basket. Trembling like a nervous fawn, Sina glanced over the imposing woman and gestured to the basket with her other hand.
"Herbs, for your research," she said faintly. Someone had asked that they be delivered upstairs, whether it was Vivienne herself or just a helpful soul who'd decided she needed a distraction.