The bonfire is dying down, shadows lengthening over the grass. Sylvia looks up as the young woman approaches and has to take a moment to recognise her out of context.

"Gwen." She puts away her wand and clasps her hands. "Yes, of course."

Her tone is encouraging, prompting Gwen to speak. She hadn't realised that Gwen had attended the ceremony, but there were a few people here from Redbright. Some of them are curious about witch practices and rituals, while others may have been directly affected by the recent troubles in the city. For the most part, her swift action to cut off the Midnight threat has been met with approval.