Note the lay of the land. The creatures that inhabit it. The calls of birds. The swaying of grass. The world, in its infinite beauty and life, telling her that spring had dawned. And she ranged far today, having promised Fable she would give watch to the land in payment for Fable's kindness. Dimitri is no warrior. She is capable of killing, given her prowess at hunting, but she knows little about patrol. So, she notes the land itself, the beauty of spring, and the spirits alive in each gust of wind.

She comes to a babbling brook and stares at its clear surface, wondering if she could read anything on the surface of the water. An omen, or a truth. The spirits of the land have gifted all her daughters with life, but the gift could be rescinded at any moment. Foolishly, she believes she can save them from such a fate, with simply the right vision or ritual.

But the water shows her nothing, and she stands up to move on. But the shadow across the forest shows another, and Dimitri takes a moment to give a name to the face.

"Oh. You're real, too, aren't you."