Hotaru
My head's a burial ground of your memory
His face is a smooth canvas, and as such there are no tells to read. That in itself is a tell however, indicating he is just as masterful as she when it comes to concealing reactions. Intriguing, but not worth dwelling on. Not when he has actual information to give this time around. Already she is contemplating defenses, hand moving to stroke idly at her lips as she considers. "Even if sunlight could only be concentrated at the borders, or perhaps an area at the border that heats in warning if an Ascended crosses and only increases as they venture further..." falling into a wordless hum as she muses on the matter, fingers tapping idly. As the other questions are answered, she turns her head to Deimos, arching a fair brow silently. It's an intriguing proposition if nothing else, and her own elemental soul preens at the prospect of working with Frey and securing the Greatwood at the same time. If Wessex is already aware, then the only Ascended in the Grounds she really cares for is no longer a conflict of interest.
Turning back to Remi, she gives a small quirk of her lips. "Well, I'd certainly be interested in helping." And that's that honestly.
