Natasha looked at him in confusion at his slight laugh. She had been serious. "Your welcome?" She said. Her confusion quite evident. Modern day people were so confusing at times. Yeah. The other night she had been absolutely against trusting him. Part of it was she didn't know him. Part of it was that encounter. The final part was being enslaved in a bottle for centuries. That would make anyone have difficulties trusting. She had a dream that involved him so it meant she needed to trust him. A strange dream but one whose meaning was she needed to trust him. Magic had a way of speaking to her. Perhaps it was the journal and her magic conversing. Whatever the reason she had come to the realization she could trust him. Unless he proved otherwise she would be trusting him.<br/><br/>She leaned into him as she felt his hand on one of her arms. She felt her form pressing up against his and just let him do that. Her body trembling a bit and he would be able to notice it now. There was so much magic in one place for a world whose magic was barely around anymore. It was like magical overdrive. She got a small smile when he said he wouldn't leave her. She wrapped one arm around his back and just held onto him. She felt vunerable because it was still like a giant weight pressing down on her entirely magical being. Djinn were completely magical based beings. Probably the strongest of all magically inclined races. Hers more so than others as she didn't have a three wish limit per person. She had always pretended she did though. It worked most of the time.<br/><br/>She looked at the woman and blinked. What a strange hair style. Her own hair was currently braided down her back in a french braid.  She looked at Diasuke then the woman as they conversed back and forth about applying for becoming an official members. She could tell something was deeply hidden within her words but for the life of her couldn't figure out what. She looked at Diasuke. Whispering to him. "With that journal...you can do anything. Just put your belief in the magic of the words you write. Anything will then be possible." She was doing her best to encourage him while at the same time bestow some knowledge about the journals newly acquired magic she hadn't said before. She sat pressed against him. Not saying anything as they waited.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">A person in a robe coming forth about an hour later. "Diasuke...this way please. Is your friend coming with?" The man asked. Ready to lead him to a training room.</span><br/><br/>Natasha just eyed the man in the robe warily. She genuinely didn't trust anyone save Diasuke. She also fell quiet and didn't answer. Her only response to that question was to grab ahold of Diasuke's shirt and not let go of it. She was ready to go with Diasuke whenever he was ready to go with the robed man.