Ilde shrugs, more a roll of shoulders as she moves restlessly in the water - her tail is still turning her circles, keeping her treading water with ease. "Research?" she suggests, dubiously; she doesn't know any better, but it seems right to bring it up and to stress the importance. "Whatever you do or don't do, don't rely on it."

Assuming it's working because nobody's actively come at her yet is a dangerous mistake, but one that strikes Ilde as easy to make by someone not accustomed to the kind of capabilities that are common in Baedal. Even in just their cohort (and Steph must be in her cohort - she seems new, to not have dealt with this already).

"A lot of people in Baedal aren't relying on what you look like, when they see you. Not just the Militia. Most of the population of Mafaton could probably smell you."