[ That is a harsh thing to hear mostly because it echoes her own thoughts so closely. Circe does not think she would elect to be immortal if she had a choice in it. All these years of solitude with no respite to look forward to...

But she is not exiled here, she reminds herself again, for the thousandth time. She must use the opportunities she's given.

Circe smiles faintly. ] Sensible for it to be illegal. [ Learning to recognize the cost behind things is something she hadn't been capable of at his age. But she's always known she's slow. ]

My name is Circe, by the way, [ she goes on. ] We should remove ourselves from the crowd. My witchcraft is not flashy, but I do not wish to gain notoriety for it either.