Wait, what? She frowns at Gwen, but then gets it and gives a faint, uneasy smile. "Ah, yes, I've heard the dead walk as the living do here." She just hasn't met many.

"I try not to fret. It-- I suppose strength either comes or it does not. I hope when mine is called on, it will rise to meet the challenge."

She looks back at the Door, contemplating it. Maybe that's why she's been here for so long?