Malz's magic eye hovered over the city as she sent the invisible construct flying over it.
She'd tried to push herself into her lesser seraph form but found she couldn't, though it didn't feel as out of reach as it had been for the last two years. This spell, a scrying one, was something she'd learned while in that form, and it felt right to get a sense of what the situation outside was without risking her recovery.
Outside her room, she'd discovered a pair of guards at the bottom of the stairwell leading up, and from there she'd hovered around the Chapterhouse before letting her spell venture into the city.
