She listened. Listened and, as the moments ticked by and the meaning of his words became clear, faced a myriad of emotions.
Her instinct, her first reaction, was joy. Bright eyes followed his gaze to the distant, towering mountain and studied it with barely restrained fascination. Yes she had flown around it, but she had never imagined that it might actually hold something of true use for her. Aranea had intended to visit and reclaim her immortality but her voice... from her recollect that would be impossible to reclaim.
Joy faded quickly to fear and she grew tense and unnerved. The faeries had given her the sight of the beast that had nearly killed her. They had prevented him from taking her life and had left her with his vision as a token of that fateful day - the day that her voice was lost. The scars on her shoulder seemed to burn in recollect and she shivered and took an unconscious step away from the mountain. Would the faeries not be angered if she tried to return their gift? Would they even allow such a trade, if they allowed her voice to be taken in the first place?
Was it even up to them?
Hesitation was clear and she looked to Magnus for a long, silent moment. Finally, though still with a significant amount of trepidation, she nodded. There was a glimmer of gratitude in her expression - his company would be more than welcome on such a journey - visible even through the fear.