"Alas! But it is a blessing, and one I have yet to enjoy in my stay here. All Scholars develop a love for it, eventually. And Astrologians doubly so. That, or incredibly strong teas one must import from overseas." Ryja takes a seat so gracefully, you'd hardly realize she was raised in a literal forest by a reclusive tribe of violent isolationists.

All those lessons about how to interact with Ishgardian nobility such that she didn't have to punch her way out of the city really did stick, in the end.