Gretel confirmed who she was with a single nod, automatically sizing the blond up from her expectations over their back-and-forths over text. Her first thought wasn't any more specific than wondering how someone 'made of magic' was supposed to look. Apparently like that.
Following her into the smaller room, Gretel switched the leather-swathed tome from one arm to under the other, glancing at the 'mess'. Her eyes narrowed a pinch.