To begin with, she will follow any clear direction given to her. [Wysteria promptly buttons her cuff closed again, judiciously draws her shawl more tightly about her and meanders perfectly casually further into the room.] And while I have observed that she enjoys the sun, she has interest in neither food or water. The enchantment seems to have altered her person - or rather, to be principle in its formation - rather than merely something she is wearing. Like a coat. If snakes wore coats.

--Might I bring your attention to the gold patterning of the scales, Monsieur. They correspond pleasantly with the foundational lines of her enchantment.