Verdant looked at the dark corridor the curator pointed at, turning a bit woodenly at Jazdia, and then back at the dark corrior. Something felt off. Nothing raised her hackles from the dark path, but instead... emerald eyes flickered to the elf, two pairs of inquisitive gleams bearing down with concern as predatory instinct caught the whiff of a weakness.

It's not an unfamiliar feeling, this. Like watching a wounded beast picking a spot to lie down and slowly perish.

[b][color=#38b000]"What's your stake in this, wayfarer? You acts like death awaits ahead."[/color][/b] She cut to the heart of the matter, standing to her full height (which wasnt much, to be fair) with a tilt of the head. It wasn't the repository ahead she referred to, no. Unlike herself, the elf before her had a personal stake in the quest. And while a more selfish part of the serpent was concerned over how said goal may impact her own well-being, the beast once known as Desolation of Askaria had grown a bit fond of her current batch of travel-acquaintances. Enough to put some effort to maintain the status quo. [b][color=#38b000]"It's not safe to be alone, yes? I know that better than most. Doing everything by yourself makes a brittle kind of strength."[/color][/b]

The offer for company was unsaid, yet implied nonetheless. Verdant knew well the limits of solitary sufficiency. She had came to rely on her sister, at first, and others much later. There's strength in the unity of community, one that a lone predator couldn't quite match. She felt that, for all the jolly cooperation of the group, Jazdia remained a sole island separate from others of the group. That alone draw her in. After all, she used to be much the same type of woman. Snake. Whatever. Thin difference anyway.