"I doubt I'd be welcome," she murmurs as they walk. Her eyes flick constantly, trying to take in a lot of what she's seeing. Being a student would give her time to understand this place, but it would also risk a great deal.

Perhaps an outcast fae might be. For all she knows, she might well turn down a hallway and find her brother sulking in some corner. Fae who have no business calling themselves fae might be welcome. But someone like her? No.