Once Ned makes someone's acquaintance, he is hard pressed to forget the individual - both by name and by face. The clearest and only memory Ned has of the woman currently looking rather disheartened and forlorn in front of the hearth at the Inn is when she'd been standing about near the fountain, arms and legs moving strangely out in front and to the sides of her, and how the behavior had continued once inside. He'd later found out, of course, that it had been due to an .. odd case of a disappearing shadow, but the image of her doing a peculiar, one-person waltz has stuck with Ned.

He approaches mindfully, coming up behind the empty seat opposite her, placing his hand on its back.

"Have you lost it completely, then?" he asks, eyes scanning in a halo around her form. "Your shadow, I mean."