[Sal takes this kind of attention as she usually does, whining a bit at the sting of the antiseptics, huffing about the situation but internally—well, she appreciates attention, anyway. Just don't expect her to own up to it. Liette would've been full into the riot act by this point, poking runes into her skin and telling her to sit still so she doesn't smear the ink up.

The quiet, cozy atmosphere here is...well, it's nice.]

That sounds cute, really. Maybe a waste of potential, but what can you expect from a place that doesn't respect magic?

[She's looking around, over to the stove where the teas are, the kettle. Maybe she was too hasty about it; could it be so bad if she stayed for a while? She knows what's waiting for her when she goes home, at least, and there's no real point in rushing away.]

I'm...I read books and I write a review for them. On the internet.