She's a little surprised to still find him awake...but than again these artistic sorts can be a bit eccentric, can't they? Her being welcomed so eagerly is certainly odd in her mind...or maybe not. Maybe the wizard is attracted to her.<br/><br/>Confirmation of that suspicion comes when she sees the illusionary model that the wizard had been painting...and the results of said modeling sessions. "Are these...all of me?" she asks in a slightly faint voice "There's so many of them..." she adds, feeling a little anxious...what if someone recognized her?<br/><br/>She quickly shakes her head "Nothing to eat for me...I came here to ask you a favor of sorts..." her thoughts suddenly trail off "Are there any more of my...image? Or are these all?"