She nodded in acknowledgment as Moliira informed her of what camps her magic fell into, though she had discerned as much from the earlier show of power that she had offered. Healing magic struck a chord with her - she was sure that she had been quite adept at such magic before, in the time she could hardly remember. ”Makes as much sense as anything,” she agreed. She had, in more recent times, had a few encounters in which being able to heal herself would have been a plus, but she had been unable to do so. The dull throb that remained in her ribcage as the result of a back alley beating proved that point to her even further.
Intently, she watched as Moliira laid the plant near the fire, listening closely to what the drow was saying to her. It seemed that this particular plant was quite dangerous if not handled properly. She did not want to lose her voice for any extended period of time, or any period of time, for that matter, so she took the warning to heart, offering a quick smile when the drow laughed. She seemed as though she did not necessarily warn her of this out of experience, but more from having seen others do it to themselves.
She grew momentarily worried as the drow grew quiet, seemingly concentrated on something that Dalanesca could not hear yet. Eventually, the sound drifted to her ears as well, and she could discern what sounded like a few men speaking. A smile crept over the drow’s face which allowed Dalanesca to somewhat drop her guard - if the drow was not worried, she assumed that she need not be worried either. She froze in place as Moliira lifted a hand, completely understanding the action She nodded, staying silent, in understanding.
She followed behind the drow, as she led them to a place where the view seemed more appropriate. She could now see the graverobbers that the drow had informed her of, but she could also see something quite alarming - something gave off an eerie light in the mists behind the graverobbers, and she shortly came to realize that the glowing orbs were actually eyes as Moliira pointed it out to her. She stifled a gasp - she had only come into contact with a spirit once before - as far as she could remember - and it had not gone well. She did not feel like reliving that experience again, so she was careful to follow Moliira’s instructions.
The spirit began to wail, and Dalanesca was sure she could feel the hair stand on the back of her neck. It was eerie and terrifying at the same time, and she watched the events that happened unfold with slightly terrified eyes. She abolished the emotion from her gaze quickly, not wanting to allow Moliira to sense any sort of weakness in her - not yet, at least.
”Leaving sounds good,” she said quietly as Moliira put out the fire that she had set up for tea earlier, when Dalanesca had been unconscious. ”I shall make it a point to find your realm, it seems as though you have much you could teach me,” she whispered, in an attempt to remain quiet. ”Thank you for your assistance… and it was nice to make your acquaintance, Moliira,” she said, bowing her head in respect. With that, she slipped off in the opposite direction that the grave robbers had, headed back towards the city.