For someone fascinated by magic, she's definitely drawn in to look at the reminiscent of runes lines running through the garden. She remembers Feldspar and his machinations; he'd always been brewing or concocting something new. He made potions that ranged from health benefits to turning her tongue blue. She misses that wild vampire still and wonders how he is... if time isn't at a standstill back in her homeworld. It's not like she'd get to catch up, even if she did return.

Her senses are heightened enough still that she catches that cough. It's only seconds after that she spots in the greenery a hint of ink. The blond pieces things together and follows the inky black trail. "Hey, you alright-" she starts to ask, stopping only once she spots who the person hacking up his lungs is.

Carlisle. Oh. That's... not who she expected. He's likely not going to be happy to see her either if their last conversation was any indication. "Uhm, is that. Normal?" Something tells her it's not. She might have some Concerns but isn't about to pry too much farther.