"Are you inviting me in while I'm barely dressed? Should I arm myself?"

What was she doing? Aoife feels her warded ear rings, still in their place, but they're for sirens, not people. Not other people, not anyone outside Isaiah.

"I've been named after her. It's a good thing my father chose her real name and not her nickname, because I wouldn't have liked Windvane as much as a first name." She steps past him, into the direction of the little house. "There used to be no house here."