There visit to Ischia had been rather quick and so she had not seen the ill effects of this "plague" that has been spreading across much of the lands. They had seen few faces on their trip, no doubt most had already fled the sickened island. Those that they did make contact with seemed fine and were hesitant to leave. So she hadn't given it a second thought that she could have contracted the disease.
She may have looked sickly, by the amount of sweat and frustration radiating from her core, but as far as she knew she was just as healthy as when she had left. Lavender nares flared in rhythmic succession with her deep breathes and it is only when she hears a familiar voice that she stops abruptly in her tracks.
Silver-hazel eyes watch the golden stag near and it is not irritation to him that shows on her face. Tephra had never been the end goal. It had always been Ischia and the moment she could feel it within her grasps, a sea demon rips it from her. If anything her expression is sorrowed and she does everything in her power to not allow tears to flow freely from her eyes.
His question comes and a snap of an answer leaves her lips before she can think it over, "Do I look ok?!" With scars on her back and anger fueling the wildfire that has threatened to consume her, she looks away with slated eyes, "I... I am sorry. It's just, well, Ischia -my birth home- it's... it has been taken over by some thing." Distaste coats her mouth at the thought of the vile creature that has stolen her kingdom from her. Sure he was handsome and charming, but so was Satan.
She can feel his gaze examining her body and then he takes a protective stance, asking the simplest of questions. Can he help? Could he save her mother's kingdom from falling into the deepest parts of hell...? Probably not, but she hasn't given up on her dream of one day calling it hers. So her eyes lift to meet his and her voice steadies, "Perhaps someday Magnus... But for now, I would recommend no one visits the western most island. It is not safe there anymore." A single tear falls from her sorrow-filled eyes before she continues, "Krom has taken Kove to the new island to scout the area. Find out who lives there and what their position in the west is..." Her eyes shift to the coast, "He shouldn't be long."
Her raspy breath has quieted and the sweat is beginning to dry in the warm spring air. With her face turned into the breeze, she allows the wind to toss her lavender locks against her silvered coat while she awaits what all the Overseer has to say...
@[magnus]