Normally, Layla would wander down the street a little while she waits, not far enough to vanish from sight, just enough to get a feel for the neighbourhoond, and not feel like she's hovering. Today, however, the thought of going a step further than she absolutely needs to fills her with a vague sense of dread, and so she watches through the window as Steven presumably explains himself and Marc, and how they're nothing like the Sylphid.

Not without concern, for more reason than just what looks from her side of the window like the momentary possibility of a magical brawl. It's a relief when Marc emerges, and she steps forward to take his hand, rising up on the balls of her feet to press a quick kiss to the corner of his mouth before she steps inside.

"At least you know now," she says.