Larea stood behind Zel, listening to his reading of the tablet with extreme interest. When he finished and started talking theories, she was only half paying attention, her mind racing with thoughts of her own. Eyes blankly staring ahead, flicking back and forth between the runes, it took her a long while to notice his extended hand, and it startled her a little when she finally came back to reality. She eventually grabbed hold of it and walked over to stand next to him so she could write.<br/><br/>She was about to begin, but hesitated, holding her hand mere inches from his for what seemed like an eternity. "I.. don't know what to think yet," was all she wrote before letting her hands drop. Her thoughts were like a jumble of random things all thrown in a pot and stirred together until they were unrecognizable. Her usual cheery smile was replaced by a look of intense contemplation.