"You have been watching us," you remark.
Cephiel turns sharply; the note of accusation in your tone has not escaped her. "Indeed we have," she says. "Through the servants of our divine messenger. We observed your life and the lives of those who passed through it—mortals like Doria."
At once, you recall the mysterious birds that followed you and Doria to the Mirror Caves. The birds you could not see.