She's got the devil's eyes
It would be nearly impossible for her to have missed his approach, especially given her rather… unique abilities. Indeed, she first becomes aware of his visit when he pulls himself onto the beach along Nerine’s northwestern shores. She waits patiently, content in having him come to her rather than meeting him near the borders. The Isle’s residents are Nerine’s residents as well, after all. And though Jesper likely has little inkling, she knows each and every Isle resident as well as she does Nerine’s.
But then, it’s far easier for her to know someone than it is for them to know her. And given their thus far brief encounters, he could easily be forgiven for believing her ignorant. He couldn’t possibly know he’d fallen under her scrutiny the moment he’d been named counselor beneath Leilan.
Perhaps it’s fortunate that he did not know these things about her though. After all, the only reason she might have to divulge her knowledge without prompting would be if she disagreed with his actions or his course. As it stands, he seems a suitable replacement for Leilan. Certainly he would be far less likely to be as verbally combatant as her outspoken uncle, and that is, as far as she’s concerned, a boon.
“Good morning Jesper,” she greets idly before turning her sharp blue gaze to the dark shifter. He is openly respectful of her space, waiting on her acknowledgement to offer his own greeting. She suspects that would change as he grew more comfortable in his position. The north had always done well at forging strength and boldness. “I’m glad you’ve come to visit.”
She shifts then, turning to face him, fixing the full weight of her not inconsiderable attention on him. “It seems we have a few things to discuss.”
and they'll cut you like a weapon