Kalila follows Garrick as he gestures dramatically towards Miller's. The crisp and clean morning air hits her like a wave from the ocean. It was startling, but it was much more pleasant than the stifled tension in the kitchen. The smoke in the bottle even shifts colors to various shades of vibrant blues and greens, with an occasional yellow for the sun. 

However the smoke does go back to shifting between all of the myriad colors as she instinctively looks around while the both of them travel. Thankfully, it doesn't seem any of the Vultures are watching them. 

She blinks at Garrek's words, reasserting his thoughts on how she used magic on Vane. She is glad to hear such praise. But...with that came the memories of her previous attempts to study the arcane. That previous battle was the first instance of casting magic successfully! Not to mention, she could tell that the magic she used wasn't the wizardry she studied. It was something wild, and alive. 

Her mind begins to connect the dots. She isn't a wizard, because wizards achieve their magic by studying and using strict formulas and measurements to accomplish their feats of magic. This? This came about after her three wishes were granted...

[I]Wait...But then, that would make me--[/I]

Then Garrek's words about her teaching him how to use magic. Her eyes widened and this time, a laugh manages to escape. She quickly but genuinely apologizes, "Oh! I'm so sorry! I'm not laughing at you! It's just that I struggled with learning how to cast magic when I started those lessons. So, I'm not really confident in my teaching skills," She can still remember the echoes of the lectures, the scoldings, and the laughter from her brother for the more embarrassing display of her failures in magic. She then does reassure him, "I'm sure you would be able to handle magic lessons better than I did," 

Her eyes then pick up the blood, and her own blood runs cold. She follows the faint blood trail to the alleyway where she woke up. 

"[I]Vane must have headed that way while he fled...[/I]" Kalila thought to herself. A chill runs down her spine as she realizes that the person pursuing her last night could have very well been Vane if not another member of the Vultures. She was glad she took the risk and entered the Panther's Rest. 

She keeps stride with Garrek as he leads the way to Miller's. When he asked about Vane when she stabbed him, she shuddered. She answers, "I'm afraid I didn't. He still had that mask on after all," It was probably for the best. She was pretty sure that if he saw his face at that time, she would not be so calm right now. 

She notes the woman screaming at the man in the doorway, but that doesn't seem to be relevant to the Vultures problem everyone has. But then again...who orders spikes? The guards? 

She snaps back to the moment and discussion shifted to the bottle she's carrying. She answers his questions, glancing to the bottle, "You know, I'm not exactly sure myself. There's still a lot of details I'm trying to figure out. I woke up with it in my hand this morning," She then blinks in realization with how that sentence sounded, and she speaks again, "And no, I did not drink anything last night," 

Then her gaze flicks upwards to catch the glimpse of a shadow moving about quickly along the rooflines of the Panther's Rest. She doesn't know if she actually saw something or if her nerves were playing tricks, but the darkness of that shadow unnerved her. 

"[I]Could someone else among the vultures have been watching Vane? If so...then my attempt to make sure Vane kept himself quiet may have failed...[/I]" Kalila wondered in dread.

She snaps back to the present moment when Garrek speaks up again, and she laughs, "Alright, I'm hurrying!"

At the mention of the dress, she rolls her eyes and she finally voices her sarcastic feelings on said dress, "Oh no. What a tragedy..." She then blinks at an idea, and she asks, "Actually, I wonder if it would be possible to sell the dress once I get proper working clothes..."