A few minutes pass by and a door opens down the hall. Nymera walks briskly down the hall, nodding to and greeting any students or teachers she passes by. She is wearing a deep green dress that just barely brushes the floor and a gold trimmed apron over that which she is brushing and patting as she walks. Little clouds of flour puff into the air with each pat and she clicks her tongue as she's walking up to Zinna. 

"P-Princess? Zinna. I'm sorry. I don't quite know how I should greet you. Formally? That feels so..." Nymera places her hands clasped in front of her and lets out a soft breath. "How are you? I haven't seen you in months. I've been worried about you." She leans forward slightly and whispers. "I can ask that right? Would you like to walk the grounds?" She holds out her elbow, an invitation.