[Hayame. Finally, after months of intervening time and multiple fraught meetings, he finally has a name to associate with this strange, fierce woman. He's spent so long thinking of her only as "that centaur" that the moniker seems slightly unintuitive. But it occurs to him that after today, the two of them will probably have the opportunity to learn quite a bit more about each other.

Liem shifts his weight in readiness to move, relieved by her suggestion to continue talking in a less public place.]

As you say, [he assents, moving when she does in the direction indicated.

She'd seemed somewhat less conspicuous while seated in her disguise, but despite the apparent loss of her equine hindquarters, she still stands every bit as tall as he remembers. He feels a prickle of wariness walking next to her, conscious of how blatantly suspicious such activity would be to anyone from his own sect. Even someone who didn't recognize her as a member of the Pleroma would inevitably note her impressive stature and wonder what he might be doing with her.]

I didn't know you could disguise yourself like that.

[Although his gaze is primarily occupied roaming warily around the street, he does spare a short glance back up at her. He notes that her disguise doesn't alter the clip-clop of hooves he hears next to him when they move.]

You weren't using such magic when last I saw you.