They are as capable as they are beautiful -- a rare, coveted combination, Graves notes as he takes in their information, silently absorbing, looking through everything intently, fascinated. He's careful not to disturb the existing arrangement, and he smiles very briefly at them both before he goes right to business.

"The villagers are lucky to have the two of you." He says absently, fixating on one particular set of notes, of their backgrounds and how she's seemed to place them in some sort of order. He looks through that set, sharing it with Stella when he picks up on just how she'd set them.

"These are when they came in." He's quiet for a moment. "Do you have the dates for when village anomalies began and ended?"