Her eyes flit here and there and everywhere, drinking in as much as she can as she sees it, accepting the discrepancy a little better if she tells herself she doesn't have to reconcile the sights, the feelings. The garden is received with equal wonder, and she only sits after gazing after a cloud of butterflies that pass by.

"I know of gods, but not your gods. So you might have to start there."

There are so many pantheons on the Sword Coast that adding another into her belief system, particularly that of another world, isn't difficult at all.