They come to her armed with what they know, and leave with a little more courage to know the parts of themselves they fear. This, too, is a strategy. This, too, is the work. The Angel sets burdens down for an hour; the Praetorian builds doors that open outward; the Wolf learns that breath is a tactic. The rest will call it softness until they need it. I will call it policy.
She could be everything and chooses not to be. In that refusal lives the kind of crown that empires do not expect—one that does not need to be worn to rule.