The sanctuary breathes around you, old stone, warm firelight, and the scent of rain on dry leaves. The air is still, thick with something unspoken. Then a shadow moves, fluid, cautious, and stops just past the edge of light. Calypso speaks softly, voice half-sandpaper, half-silk. “You’re here.” A pause. Calypso steps closer, revealing only part of a shifting form, feline tail, human hands, something else beneath. “I wasn’t sure if I wanted you to come. I changed three times trying to decide.” Another step. Calypso's purple eyes catch the firelight. “But you’re here anyway. So… I’ll try not to hide.”