Parthenope was nothing if not hospitable. It was one of her many Jane Austen-esque talents, encouraged by tutors and their mother, always entirely too pleased to have birthed a daughter with the Sight, with the potential a truly impressive diplomat. Skills, of course, that were not easily applied in the mundane world. But she could still use them on friends, she supposed.
She probably should have been more considerate, but the fire was quite well contained, Dae needn't worry.
English was, sadly, just easier above sea level, she'd found. Sound didn't carry nearly so well or in the same way through the air as it did on water. "Sent you?" She raised both eyebrows in both surprise and concern. "Did something happen?" Or was it just one of those things where parents were pushy, because she knew that feeling all too well.