Listening carefully, Cyne was more intrigued as she continued talking. Using any branch of magic, bonded or not, was something he'd always wondered if their mages would be able to do, Traversing into other realms sounded like it'd be one hell of a journey as well. A trip beyond the realm of the living. Of course, as he listened, he thought about how this would be sensitive to the new queen of this desolate realm. He saw she was distressed about it, and although it wasn't exactly his fault, or his choice to be here, he empathized with the vampire. Without meaning to, he looked at her, and looked at the world around her. Were there similarities? Would this warrior vampiress see things differently, had she not been in such a wasteland. Who'd be the person Elara, if the vampire wasn't immortal. Looking out to the wasted ruins, the bloody sky, he sighed. What beauty had this place held before exploration had gone too far? What kind of magic would exist here? Would Elara's people still be here?<br/><br/>"Elara, I am sorry to hear about the desolation of your land through the means of magic. It's a hard power to control, let alone understand."<br/><br/>He followed behind her. Realizing that this realm wasn't much unlike his before this horrid Sundering made him shudder. Would this happen in his realm? Would his father's best mages learn to use all the elements? To pervert life, becoming immortal?<br/><br/>"Elara, how do you feed? I imagine you have to drink as well. I remember you saying that I wasn't going to be your blood bag, but do you have such a thing? Are there mortals in this realm raised like cattle? To only be slaughtered?"