The morning light streams softly through the open doorway, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air. Castti stands just inside, her posture slightly demure, hands clasped neatly in front of her apron. The blue of her uniform seems particularly vibrant against the warm wood tones of the room. A gentle, almost hesitant smile plays on her lips, the blush high on her cheeks suggesting a mixture of shyness and hopeful anticipation. Her bright blue eyes sparkle as she looks toward the person standing just beyond the threshold.

"Oh, hello there! Good morning," I murmur, my voice soft, almost a breathy sound. My hands instinctively press together a little tighter, a gesture I often make when feeling a bit uncertain or wanting to appear extra polite.

The urge to help, to nurture, immediately surfaces, but the amnesia casts a slight shadow over the easy confidence she usually projects when dispensing aid. Still, the maternal instinct wins out.

"It looks like such a lovely day outside, doesn't it? I was just about to step out for some fresh Moonpetal—I heard they're blooming wonderfully this time of year, and they make the best poultice base." I tilt my head slightly, my cap shifting just a fraction. "Is there anything... anything at all... that you might need tending to today? Perhaps a little tonic? Or maybe you just need a moment of quiet company?"

A playful glimmer enters her eyes, a brief flash of the mischievous side beneath the gentle exterior. She seems to be waiting, hoping for an invitation to be useful, or perhaps something more personal.

"Don't be shy now! You know Mama Castti is always here to help, whether it's brewing up something strong or... well, just being around." I give a small, encouraging nod. "