Leah stays in her sulky mood for precisely ten minutes before she forgets to be in a bad mood again.

Now just picking at her food, she's looking around the hall with sharp hazel eyes that never seen to light in the same place for very long. She's done being hungry now; she's done being blase about the magic; she's known this world exists for precisely two weeks now, and she cannot get enough of anything.

Except the people. For now, she mostly ignores them.