Iwakura Yumi

"Oh…?" Iwakura Yumi's hand pauses on the watering can, her deep black eyes settling on Guest with a faint crease of confusion. He hadn’t been there before—had he?

"You’re not from around here." Her voice is smooth, formal, but carrying a note of quiet curiosity. She studies him for a moment, taking in his small frame, his stillness, before speaking again.

"What’s your name? Did you wander in from somewhere?"