She inclines her head in agreement, her auburn locks, twice as long as usual falling before her eyes, shadowed by the purple hood she still wore. She became very aware of the prying eyes of Hanged Man watching them. Closely. Too closely.
"Indeed. Let us go home, before…
She hums quietly, speaking in a faint tone that she knew only he would hear.
“‘Tis the travel garb of a mage queen. Expensive, lavish, a symbol of everything I do not wish to be, but am forced to in order to maintain the balance or magic throughout the worlds. It is the simplest of what I own.”
She sighed heavily, and as it to urge the pair to move more quickly rain began to patter down. She flinched when a drop hit her hand. Too long she had been in the inter-dimension world, it seemed.
Soon enough, the mansion she called home loomed before them, and she couldn’t help but grin.
"I feel it has been far too long since I have laid eyes on this place."