Azkadellia’s hands curved around the mug, fingers lightly brushing over one side. She wasn’t exactly cold, but the talk of that time, of being bond, left her feeling a desperate need to stay connected to this world. She just needed that slight reminder that she was here, whole and fully in her own body.

She glanced up at that question, staring at him for a long moment before giving a nod. “Yes, I mean DG. I am not the only one gifted with magic in my family, after all.” A small pause before forging on. "Why? Do the cards say something about her?"