All at once, Sina moves as she hadn't before, interrupting her peaceful cycle. She shifts in a swirl that lingers only briefly before the tracks of her reappear, kneeling and blood-lipped, bare-faced and male. Startled, Nari follows the path of the spirit to see Herian, taken to ground by mis-step or emotion, caged in by elves whose stature is larger than they ought to have. She can only see a few of their faces, but even if those weren't adorned by the curving lines of their vallaslin, she would know her people by the cut and style of their armor.

"...Ambassador?" she calls after a moment, but her pause was long enough that already the spirits had started to move.