Ayrie felt sorry for him, knowing he was working less than twelve hours after the incident with his curse. He had to be exhausted, but there were so many concerns to deal with, the least of which was finding her a place to work. He had taken time to find her a job, though, and she was grateful to have a way to payback his generosity.

This line of thinking preoccupied her as they walked through the temple, and as such she didn't notice the looks they got as they passed the receptionists. She did smile back at Asran as she went through the door, and dutifully followed him into the taxi. As they pulled up to the jail she couldn't help but think of how, were she a prisoner, the place might suck the life right out of her. As it was she felt a general sad and drowsy mood emanating from the place.

"I've been thinking about what you'd want from me." She said before they headed inside the jail. "I'm still unsure, but I gather it must have something to do with what I offer you that others cannot. The only uncommon thing about me is my power. So, something you need or want must be related to light magic, and since I'm such an agreeable person," she smiled, knowing full well she could be entirely opposite that statement, "you must think I'll help you get it."

She paused, watching him closely. "Am I on the right track?"