"I... can see how that description could possibly fit," she admitted, tilting her head a little, "But I can assure you, my castle is made of very real stone, all the same. It's just me that has magic, in my home. Well, and the ents. ...And usually also my visitors...."

Hmm, maybe that was a bit of a list, come to think of it?

"But it bothers you here? ...What... other kinds of magic do you suppose there are, that would bother you, if conjuration often doesn't?"