This afternoon Jilia and her main entourage are in Rego Aerum toward the southern end of the royal island, talking mostly to local minor nobility and the servants and trademen who serve them. Right now she's paused, sitting on a bench on the north edge of the Karhal Island park, near the main bridge to Ghiam Island and the rest of the rest of the district.

She's not idle; her feet are resting, but she's still taking messages and dictating replies. But she's not enormously busy, and clearly interruptible.