Well that- well. She's been seen with them often enough since they arrived. The nervous apprentices, the children that grind the herbs for her poultices and are quick to quiet a laugh. Tense around templars- more so than most mages.

"Apprentices, mostly. My students." They hadn't all been before but- whoever had been teaching them were in the wind or in the ground. She is all they have and they all that keep her centered on some days. Minding them keeps her from having to mind herself. "Like everyone else they are afraid, I do what I can."