Starglow Basin Soto.

A brief look of surprise when the mans figure truly formed. Never was her nose right. 

Why was he out here?

What do you want? Why are you here? What happened?

Soto would question, and why would he not? After having it out with Khusobek and somehow being all the way here now. Maybe let free. Maybe escaped. But Muat-riya was filled with guards and those ready to protect, and so that was unlikely. Didn't know which one it was, just that it was one of them.

Maybe didn't care about which one.

Also didn't know which question was asked.

The northwest received a malicious raise of lips, as if it would come marching at the imp's half-curled figure.

A defiant frown formed, staring in the distance at an invisible figure of Akashingo. A bratty sniff, like its shadow could have sized her up. "Don't want me no more." 

Searching distantly for the burning woman. "San-gre? Sangre help me. So, find way here." Sangre..Sangre..Sangre

It hadn't been Soto's scent at first that drew the woman in.