Those words were sharp in Akadellia's mind. Not in his tones but the reality slap that came from them. It was not only a truth that related so much to her life but to what was to come as well. Yet it wasn't those words that left her cold, feeling brittle and dry within.

She could imagine exactly what was being said and, for a moment, she wondered if they were universal truths. Was she truly wondering if those cards could read the woman she was, the fears that hid beneath the surface.

"There is the option that the querent is not hiding from the truth as keeping it locked away, not only for themselves but others," she said softly, staring down at the cards and not looking up at him. She was assuming this was about her fear of her magic, that wish not to use it. Such as when she'd run from Ashley instead of hurting her, and had ended up bleeding and huddled in a corner.