The affection and friendliness the coven seemed to lavish on one another caught her off guard. The swell of magic told her she was in the right place, but this felt more like a support group than any coven gathering she'd ever heard of. Nyah's pretty smile slanted, amused and observant. She didn't bother hiding that this sort of thing was novel to her. There was an unsolicited kiss, a southern belle waltzed in barefoot armed with wine, a warlock resembling a black yeti trudged in grumbling, another coddled a darkling like an infant. She curled her lips inward, pinching them between her teeth to stymie a chuckle. The coven consisted of quite a cast of characters.
"None needed, this is your home and your family" she assured Elia, following Lila's gesturing to join both women closer to the cauldron. She was quiet while the blonde unloaded her parcel and Elia continued her preparations, relishing the soft strands of power that corded the air between them. Their magic felt like a fine string instrument, dark rich wood perfectly tuned to produce divine music. She licked her lips, then helped where she could, taking what articles were handed in her direction and arranging them as best she knew.
She watched the darklings scamper past to swarm the one Elia called Gray. They were surprisingly affectionate, for constructs of shadow. She arched a dark brow. Perhaps she could teach Dantalion that trick. "How do you like to proceed?" she asked the other two women. Practice was personal, each witch had their own personal flair. She was curious to see the signature of these two.