As a relatively tough group of humans, no one in the room was particularly shocked by the appearance of stranger in their midst. While normal looking, the old, withered lady had a proper dress of a young noble of today's time, not something an old person would wear. It showed more of the old women than one would want to see.
"I am lady Dyne's grandmother."
Exchanging glances, the kids knew that lady Dyne was the original article, while the adults didn't think there was a grandmother to be had. In other circumstances they would question this. Thirteen days was far too short for a wedding plan, and they ignored her and returned to what they were doing.
"Pale moon lights?" Mother Nocturne asked having not heard of it.
