The female nodded in response, teetering behind him as they made their way back to his home, eyeing him down carefully. Confusion couldn't pass, it felt like so much exploded at once to her. Regardless, she quietly stepped inside behind him, tapping her boots at the door before closing it. Listening carefully, the woman found a seat on the table.

[color=cyan]"Well, I've thought about it. I'm not exactly sure what to do now, but I know I'm not calling this the end of my journey yet. I'll take 
                            your offer though to stay here, give myself a few days to decide what I shall do."[/color]

She couldn't help but observe him, curious as could be. In her closed palms held a spell, a powder of arcane, empty of abilities.

                                        [color=cyan][i]What can get me a peek inside your troubled mind...[/i][/color]

The mage thought to herself, staying silent as her eyes trailed down to the floor. Shaking her head, the dust disintegrated into thin air when his back was turned.

[color=cyan][i]I shouldn't, as much as curiosity kills me. The time will come when it's right, it's not my place to force it out of him, and it would 
                                                 seem to cause me more trouble than good.[/i][/color]

She gritted her teeth in shame, her head in her hands. Clearing her throat, the girl hesitantly asked.

[color=cyan]"Halvar, right? Say that I do take your offer of living as an immortal once more. Does it carry the same dread as my own did? Or have I 
                                                                 mistargeted your troubles?"[/color]

Chuckling softly, she added a second question as she stared around the room.

                                               [color=cyan]"As well as where will this one rest?"[/color]