Nita kept her stare on the man as he spoke. She patiently waited until he had said everything before speaking herself. All the while, she was thinking of different words, different ways to say things so that she wouldn't cause this man to turn on them. She didn't want to fight anything that could think clearly, if he truly still could. Though his apparent strength made her think of him as an equal, it could still be a challenge as well. "You haven't stated your purpose. Are you here to deliver redemption to these other undead?" She wasn't sure he could even hear her, and she had no intention of raising her voice.

Turning to Emilia, Nita motioned to the man. "You are the leader of this little group? Then I shall defer to you. Would you have us follow him? Or will we stay and tend to the flames? I would like to pay my respects to the land...and for the cursed who again met their end." She knelt on the ground and quickly mumbled some words quietly, and withdrew her daleflower. Holding it between her hands, she continued her prayer. She didn't remain in prayer long, as she knew there were more pressing matters at hand.