A practical woman, often among wounded people, whose hair was unbound and long enough to swing into her face while working-- it'd be a safe assumption for Solomon to make that she had reason to keep it so.

He had her undivided focus the moment he mentioned his own world's version of elves, and Raine couldn't help but make comparisons all the while. "Did they... diminish, so to speak, when they changed their home?" she asked, a moment or two after he stopped. "I think there may be some parallel, which is frankly fascinating. It seems there's many worlds that, despite how disparate they are, share some key concept or paradigm. And is it possible that modern sorcerers are descended from your sídhe?"