She had many memories of Simon, it was part of why she could understand Cassandra's concerns. He was always well-intentioned, but more often than not, he was also prone to explore the world around him. Adventurous is probably what she would call it now. If he was breaking fishnets, those that fished in the village had to wonder what caused such a break in their nets. The fish in this area typically did not grow very big, maybe a few meters long at most. "I remember the well." She chuckled, nodding her head.<br/><br/>The light expression on her face shifted as he mentioned magic. That was something she had not expected. She was nearly certain one of his parents had a similar ability, or at least that was what she believed she had heard as a child. His life was such an odd mystery, one she knew Cassandra thought of as a blessing. She had written as much in her letter, pouring out her love for her son on the pages. "That's impressive. I lack even a green thumb, it's probably why I chose to relocate to the city." Her skills were more useful there too, but mostly for vane reasons. Everyone wanted to look different in some way, especially those of station. They would find a small flaw and convince themselves it was a blight on their complexion. Lilia tried not to make a big show of her surprise at his revelation, she did not want him to feel odd about it.<br/><br/>Once they were inside, it did not take long for his mother to turn the corner. Before Lilia could manage to settle into the bench, Cassandra pulled her into a tight hug and then pulled back to look at her, cupping Lilia's face in her hands. "Oh my, you look so much like your mother, but I see you still have your father's hair," Cassandra commented, twirling one of Lilia's curls in her hand before turning her attention to her son.<br/><br/>"Let's not be rude to our guest, Simon, she's had a long journey, our troubles can wait a moment," Cassandra said, gesturing for Lilia to sit down.<br/><br/>Lilia shook her head. "Don't be silly, I'm fine. A bit of tea or coffee and I'll be right as rain." Lilia responded, but Cassandra seemed hesitant. The older woman took a deep breath and her gaze passed between both of them.<br/><br/>"Simon may have mentioned some of the trouble he's been having, but my fears extend beyond that. People fear what they do not understand, enough of our brothers and sisters in the covens have been hurt or even killed over those fears. I worry that Simon is not safe here, not with his...unique features. I reached out because I thought you might be able to help. word of your talents has traveled widely through the covens." Cassandra explained. She had said the word unique in a way that held love and respect in it. It caused a soft smile to blossom on Lilia's lips.<br/><br/>"If Simon is okay with it, I would be more than happy to try and craft some useful things to help him blend in. I can't image it would be much trouble beyond what I make for people back home. Slight changes," Lilia began, shifting her eyes from Cassandra to Simon. "We could use a pair of glasses to...enhance your eyes, keep them the same color, but more the size of a human. I might be able to work something in for the hair there as well..." She brainstormed aloud. "They could all be temporary, something like a tool you could use when you wish to."