The conversation wrapped up there, as neither knew what to add to the direction their talk went. An somewhat comfortable silence rose between them, with Shivane's gaze turning towards the screen.

While Jadwiga's mind drifted off to her something else, the other woman continued to dwell on the conversation. She continuously clicked through the slides over and over again, trying to figure out what was in them that provoked such reaction from the other, and for their conversation to derail to nothing. No matter how much she tried, she saw nothing in them that could answer that. It was just a bunch of swan maidens and strzygas through gaze of humanity.

The swan maidens, while portrayed beautifully in those paintings, the tales featuring them were anything but that. In most common tales humans wrote maiden's feathers would be stolen and their lives would get tied to the thief, who always refused to give it back. They all framed it as an odd start, with beautiful end or punishment, but only for the man in the tale. None of them thought about how much of horror that fate was back then. If it wasn't for Jadwiga, she would have been one of the maidens in these stories. Maybe hers wouldn't have been even written down, or it would have been spun as 'happy'?

It was why she whenever saw humanities depictions of strzygas, she saw no monsters, but beings that wouldn't meet such fate. Owl people with sharp claws and fangs, cursed just for existing, and yet, still being able to be more humane than humans themselves. One of them even saved her, returned her wings at the cost of being called a monster. Even if the owl only had one heart, two of them still beat in her chest with kindness she shown.

With that thought, Shivane glanced at the other woman who continued to sit by her side.

Right now, it would be unthinkable for her to think anybody could see Jadwiga as monster of all things. Her dark blue sweater kept her warm in period in between winter and spring. Her tri-colored hair was starting to grow past her ears.

Shivane could recall how back then she kept it as short as possible, always cut before it even reached her ears, so her disguise would be brilliant. When they cut it after getting her out of her 'prison', due to how mangled it was, Swan thought that she would want to keep it short again. It came as surprise that Jadwiga wished to grow it out, showing her a picture of mullet from one of these hair magazines as to what she wanted for it to look like. It was already starting to look similar to that, with cutting only coming to the front of hair. With how longer it was getting, white and lighter brown streaks were starting to peak from dark brown.

After noticing that, Shivane was left pondering which one of these colors mortals saw. The illusions all mortals were put into made sure that they wouldn't know about the otherworldly being among them, unless disturbed on purpose. It ranged from hair color to claws, fangs or even non-human ears. She knew that in her own case, mortals perceived her hair as pure black, instead of the black being mere streaks in her white hair. She knew that something like that would be similar in Jadwiga's case, with her white streak not seen. It only left two shades of brown, so the question was which one of them would be perceived? The lighter one or darker one?

No matter which one it would be, it didn't matter to Shivane as either way it would be beautiful, no matter which shade it would be. The only thing mattered was that she would always get to see the true her.

At that thought, Shivane felt a flutter in her chest. It was thanks to that feeling that she ended up snapping out of her thoughts, and realized that her olive green gaze has been staring back into Jadwiga's amber eyes for unknown amount of time.

The comfortable silence turned into an awkward quietness.

Neither spoke for the few minutes, unsure of how to break it. Finally, Shivane decided to make the first step to make the stillness go away. With lean forward, Shivane turned her gaze towards the window. Following her example, Jadwiga done the same, her eyes back on the outside.

"The sun will go down soon, eh?"

"Hmph. Yeah."

The more it went down, the less people were outside and less things to notice to talk about. Even then, there would be less people surrounding their house, due to it's location and spell put on it.

"It is starting to go down in later time these weeks. Since it's going to be spring soon, outside cafes will be open." Shivane spoke again, earning a glance from Jadwiga, who tried to figure out where exactly was this conversation going.

"…Would you want to go to one of these next week? One is near " Shivane finally suggested, rising an brow. She knew it was probably too early to introduce Jadwiga to the outside. Even if she understood such worry, the same one her family held towards her at one point in time, she knew that there was nothing more to worry, as they had one another. She won't let the owl feel alone or confused by this new world.

Jadwiga was silent for few moments, mulling the answer. Her head turning slightly to view swan's profile, with their gaze meeting once again. A smile already was on Shivane's face. Jadwiga's answer rung out after few moments, with a hint of smile on corner of her mouth.

"Hm, sure."

Shivane's smile brightened, even if she felt a pang of worry in her heart. An entire week meant that she had enough time to make her first meeting with the new world the most perfect it possible could be. Such heart like Jadwiga deserved the best, in her mind.

And so, on Shivane's to-do list their outing was written first, with dedicated folder to where exactly bring her, or which cafes to see.