"And no connection to it either. I was born to the magic I use. It's run in my ancestors blood back in time," she says, thinking about that and this place. "A lot of this feels as if there is nothing connected to it. Like it's not alive. My magic feels that way to me," she says, not sure if that makes anymore sense, but the best she can explain it.

She laughs at that, nodding. "It's funny because I worry less about dying than about you and the others being hurt in this place."

Which isn't likely a good thing for anyone to hear, she realizes as she shifts slightly, resting her head on Gren's shoulder.