[The startled look in Sabriel's eyes as she beholds Seymour for the first time face-to-face isn't that of a scared doe, but a cornered Coeurl. How ready to pounce she seemed at first when he'd appeared so suddenly within the clearing along side her. Even now, with whatever magic she'd been ready to wield so abruptly dismissed, or perhaps the concentration to maintain it lost, she seems a sharp woman not to be trifled with.

It brings a smile to Seymour's face to see her so, to hear his name spoken with such familiarity.]

Lady Sabriel.

[His bow is without flaw, the flourish of his arms and lowering of his head absent of his usual ostentation.]

My apologies if I startled you, I was most intrigued by there being strange magic in these woods and thought to investigate its presence. Please, do not let my being here interrupt your practice.