They have an... interesting conversation.

And there is a visitor to Lydia's dreams that night.

In Lydia's dream, she is walking through a forest alone.

She does not see Ghys.

There's someone in the forest else in the forest, and he does see her.

He approaches.

The visitor has, for this purpose, taken the form of an ethereally beautiful woman built out of light and smoke. Her face, the clearest thing about her, is made of pale mist formed into the shape of features; her eyes are set with glowing green sparks, her hair a mane of misty curls, and her vaporous body flows into a long trailing gown. It's definitely an aesthetic.

It's impressive. He's never met a druid with this much style or power, and an alpha would have much less finesse. 

He's never met a kitsune before, so this seems like a great opportunity. 

He remains in the shadows, counting the seconds it will take her to sense the third mind in the room. He wonders if she'll talk to him before she tries to shred him. 

She walks quietly through the forest, admiring the trees, never venturing within sight of Lydia herself.

After a minute, she glances in his direction and asks, "Aren't you going to say hello?"

"I was thinking about it. Decided I might not want to talk to the extremely powerful person until I knew what she wanted. Maybe I can help."

She laughs. "Flatterer. Who says I want anything, hmmm? Perhaps I'm just here to admire the scenery."

"A lot of effort for this. I could have provided something more accomodating, with advance notice."

"Could you have?" she asks, intrigued. "And what accomodations would you provide?"

"Something with walls and decor, instead of dirt and leaves."

"I think there's a certain beauty to the mind in its natural state," she says, smiling a mist-wrought smile.

"You've heard of the observer effect. I'm afraid your arrival has made things unnatural already. I hope you're not very disappointed."

"And yet it seems there was an observer present already. And a less... subtle... one than I." She drifts closer to him, tilting her head. "What is your story, I wonder?"

"You have to be subtle. I belong here."

The green-gold sparks of her eyes flash brighter, possibly with amusement. "Do you."

"You can visit all you like. I wouldn't dream of trying to stop you."

She laughs delightedly. "Such hospitality! I'm charmed."

"So what do you want from little Ms. Martin? She's a bit dull, in my opinion." 

"If you don't like your host, why are you staying with her?" the mist lady inquires.

"I have a job to do. Are you here to stop me?"

"Well, now. I think that depends on the nature of the job," she says, smiling. "The girl is troubled by your presence. I am here to see that she ceases to be troubled. I do hope that won't put us at odds; you're terribly charming. Why, I could just eat you up." She hides a giggle behind a translucent hand, misty fingers billowing.

"You could. I might not even mind, if I could trust anything in this town to get done without me. I was impressed with the house. Not at all how it used to look, of course. Should have consulted an expert."

"Out with the old, in with the new," she says. There might or might not be a smirk. It's hard to tell. "Do tell me how we can help each other, dear. Otherwise—" A sudden grin slashes the mist of her face. "There's always the option of a midnight snack."

"Have you ever wanted to bring anyone back from the dead? I may have a way to do it."