With the arrival of Agimar, the hand nestled in the crook of Itones back stiffened. Itone, who had witnessed the Demons winged arrival with a fascinated but detached curiosity, rose her head to look up at Voana inquisitively, noting the hard-lipped suspicious expression on her Wifes face with a piked interest. Casting her eyes towards the Demon again, she found Agimar staring at her, an air of wariness present in his gaze before his brow raised tightly and he snapped his eyes away from her. Perplexed, Itone instead moved to look elsewhere, her eyes falling without intent on the hulking beast that had found such conflict with Thiriannas words and had addressed them without civility. 

Surprised was she to find the monster, 'Kyras' Vaul had addressed him as, peering back at her, that Itone hunched further into her Wifes body against her will, her hand coming to clutch at the end of the chainmail-skirt that hung between Voanas steel tassets. She registered Voana send a questioning hum down at her and, holding gaze with Kyras, shook her head slightly. After a few seconds, she felt Voanas hand leave her back and instead move to grip tightly at her waist and Itone, grateful for the reassuring gesture, relinquished her grip on the chainmail skirt and moved her eyes away from Kyras' form and instead cast it around the room, deciding simply not to rest her eyes on one person for too long.

They were all strange beings, Itone had decided, familiar and almost human in some ways and quite unlike the legends and stories her kind had shared around tankards and hearth. Despite the disparity between fact and fiction however, there was still something entirely untouchable about the lot of them. Something almost otherworldly , enough that Itone had no doubts that they might find advice about her...illness amongst those gathered here.

She was pulled from her quiet considerations when the sound of heavy footfall echoed around the room, and another towering being entered the fray, solid and sturdy and carrying a formidable looking War-hammer. The giant turned his chin in their direction and delivered a short but decidedly reverent nod at Voana, Itones Wife replying in kind before the being turned his attention to Thirianna. Intrigued by the beings sturdy armour and weapon, and impressed by his show of respect towards her Wife, Itone tugged on Voanas wrist for her attention and asked, "Who is that?" with a tilt of her chin in the giants direction. Voana looked between her Wife and the being before answering with the slightest fond twist on her lips, "That is Dom, a great warrior, some of your people might refer to him as the God of-"

The Ancients explanation suddenly cut off in alarm at the appearance of the portal that Thirianna had summoned, apparently taking Doms arrival as an indication to proceed. Itones grasp on her Wifes wrist tightened, Voanas grip on her waist squeezing in reply before leaving her and coming to rest again on the hilt of her sheathed sword. Itone watched in fascination as Thirianna disappeared through the portal, several others within the gathering following in succession, including the quiet Sohena who gave the two of them a pointed look before stepping through. "Where does that go Voana?" Itone asked of her Wife, tugging again on her wrist, her eyes snapped back to Voana, taking in the distrustful expression of her face. 

"It goes to Aett, the realm that Thirianna shares with her closer kin...it exists above Ceyr..." Voana explained, face hardening further when a frown appeared on her lips, "...I've only been once, I didn't like it much."

Itone regarded her Wife carefully before sweeping her eyes around the quickly emptying room, everyone else apparently as lead by the undying itch of curiosity as she. It was what had led her here, what had made her refuse Voana persistent shielding and insisted on answering the summons alongside her. When a booming voice called through the room, Itone turning to her left and witnessing, beyond all things, a [i]dragon[/i] enter the room, Itone could not stop a loud bark of laughter escaping her lips at the bizarreness of it all.

"Oh come on you fool..." Itone sang back at her Wife,her head shaking a slight to herself, tugging again at Voanas wrist until she followed her dutifully towards the portal, the two stepping through into a blinding light.