[And what's wrong with how they were now? The cause may be far different... but her own eyes were pitch black, if not in an inverted way, iris to sclera. Is she immune, is she not? She makes it very hard to tell.

Though he uses words and references she cannot yet understand as fully as he does, the Blight, this Tree, she listens. Her dark eyes may not betray much, but there is just enough of a twinkle there to make that clear.]

My, but you sound confident. It's almost inspiring, even though I have not seen these visions so clearly yet myself.

[An idle sip of the champagne fills the silence for a moment, before she cants her head to the side with a little chuckle.]

Is the price for such an oracle always death? A gentle touch is not enough... ?