"Pretty close," she agrees, barefoot and unconcerned by it; there's a languor to the way she moves that's more some kind of mental exhaustion than mysterious fae behaviour, but her illusory appearance hides any other possible tells, so maybe it is just some manifestation of otherworldliness.

(It's nice when what you are will hide, sometimes, what you are. As well.)

"Do you mind dogs--? Orion is very well-trained, but he'll come and say hello." More accurately he'll come to the gate, flank Ilde, and warily keep an eye on the stranger.