Denice is in speech therapy. Today is pretty much like any other day. She repeats random syllables back to the therapist, as usual.
Then she can let Shen put up a truth spell and go through all the forms and such.
She didn't send anyone to Heria's house in any manner, nor bring such a thing about, nor know such a thing was going to happen. She really didn't have any kind of elaborate short-term plan going on, nor anything involving starting it without informing her conversational partner thereof. (And so on, and so forth.)
She doesn't have particular interest in Shen's guests, if they don't in her. If Shen asks very nicely, she doesn't see any reason to try to bother herself over whoever they are.
Denice is no more aware.
She does, eventually, finish looking at the sky, and moves to a bench, where she sits quietly, looking at the plants.
Sometimes people will walk by. Heria will smile at them and sometimes great them. They won't bother Denice.
Heria stays aware, but won't try intervene by default at that level, given the rest of the situation.
Denice seems to be handling it okay, at least.
After a while she loses interest in the plants, but she makes no move to go back in, instead staring off into space.
Staring into space is fine. If she starts looking bored or distressed or restless or otherwise, Heria will try preference questions.
She doesn't, except insofar as staring off into space might itself suggest boredom.
She'll sit quietly until something disturbs her, then. (Gosh, she's doing a lot of just-sitting, here. Not that she's complaining - she's used to it being very much better than the alternative - but it will get old eventually, and that'll be a problem. It's fine for now, though.)
After maybe forty-five minutes, Heria will try to check on her.
"Do you want to walk around, or stay here some more, or go back inside? Nod for walk around, shake your head for back inside?"