Ellyn is not training. Though maybe she ought to think about training without pyromancy, at some point. Admittedly the thought would have to trickle through her thick skull, first.

No, today finds her walking around, mostly so her cotton ball sized bat can find some sustenance among the fruits of Hydroponics. The tiny fellow is off who knows where, while Ellyn herself has settled at the base of a tree.

Upon seeing Red Robin, though, she offers a grunt of greeting.