[His eyes follow her as she moves about. Though he was able to learn to scry after awhile in his prison, it's been a very, very long time since he's actually been in someone's presence.

He may be just a little too interested. At least he's good at hiding it.]

My thoughts exactly. We have three days until the last servant is summoned. That should be plenty of time to lay a surveillance web on the city. We'll redirect the flow of the ley lines to send more mana here as well.

[He joins her at the table, reaching out to take the pot and pour her a cup before settling down properly. She'll find the tea to be sweet and rich, almost overwhelming — as if it's the actual essence of the flower. She'll feel better shortly after drinking it.]