Liyal was quite the odd child. She still was not quite sure who had referred him to her; she was not generally in the habit of purchasing random odds and ends, but the boy was quite earnest, and some of the stones he brought to her were quite useful, in their way. It had become something of a habit, after, to continue to purchase his spoils. It was not all charity - after all, there were quite a few items he brought to her that she did not need - and it did not seem as though he spoke to a great many people.
"Good afternoon, Liyal," she said, gesturing to the barstool with a smile. His longing glance at the glass of water she had yet to drink was not lost on her, and without a word, she poured another and placed it in front of him.
He was quite dirty - more so than she had come to expect from a boy who grew up along the Nebra - and she frowned. "Have you been well?" There was a twig sticking out of his hair and she sighed, leaning forward to pull it out.