Vanyel leads her down the path, past some decorative gardens in planters, and up to a very old-looking stone building. The white mare trails a few steps behind, occasionally aiming looks at her, and then parts ways with them when they head inside.
A man in his twenties, dark hair pulled into a bun at the nape of his neck and also wearing all-white, is standing outside an open doorway.
"Tran!" Vanyel calls out. "Sorry I'm late. I have a question, um, I ran into Bella here on the path, she said she got here in some kind of spell-accident and can't go home." Then his eyes go slightly out of focus, and the other man's do as well. "Can we get her a guest-room in the Palace or something?" he adds.