Kalila is definitely confused when her instincts, the new fire of magic in her veins doesn't react. She somehow realized what it meant: There was no magic. It really was just the wind. But that shouldn't be possible! There are no other ways to get into this room. It doesn't make sense...how is the wind able to pass through solid stone without some kind of entry point?

She gasps when the door opens as she stumbles back into...Gerta! She looks up to Gerta as the hands steady her and she speaks in surprise and relief, "Gerta!" Her shoulders rise and fall as she catches her breath and tries to calm down. 

As she asks her if everything is okay, and comments on her pallor, Kalila looks back and forth from her face to the fluttering curtain to her face again. She lets out a shaky sigh as she answers, "I...I'm fine...I-" She looks to the scissors in her hand, and she drops them, as though scared that she was going to accidentally hurt Gerta with them. 

She apologizes while chiding herself, "Sorry. Ah, look at me, getting jumpy at a draft in the room..." Of course there was nothing to be afraid of here. She felt ridiculous at this point, getting scared at nothing now.