She gladly allowed him to explore the passage.  Kwatoko was rather thankful she wouldn't have to deal with any magic... yet, anyway.  Her eyes fixated on the mage's hands, and something strange happened as they began to glow.  She felt sensitive to the heat suddenly radiating from him, although she wasn't certain if it was an effect of his magic or if it was just her. It was like a match was struck inside of her stomach. The feeling momentarily passed as he disappeared into the crevice in the rock.  It fell quiet in his absence.  She crossed the cave and knelt nearby Bodzil again as he stirred, but her attention remained on Keman.<br/><br/>'<span style="color: #FFFF80"><span style="font-style: italic">What are you truly, creature?  You resemble a dragon and yet you are not like me.  It is strange that you should spot me so easily, as I am not myself.</span></span>' She eyed the rock, as if making sure Merin was out of her range before continuing. '<span style="color: #FFFF80"><span style="font-style: italic">This one made no such indication.  You are different.  Different smells.  Foreign to even this world.</span></span>' She deducted, her red eyes bouring into the others'.  She found this Keman more and more odd the longer she attempted to read him.  She still didn't like the sparks flying from his hands.  In fact, she made a show of staying very far away from it.  Kwatoko had some unpleasant run-ins with magic users in the past, and although she was wise enough to know that not all mages were rotten, its usage still had her on edge every time.<br/><br/>Merin brought the news shortly after.  It was refreshing to hear that there was hope of escape after all, but her mind wandered back to the heat he produced.  She felt like she wanted more.  Greedy thoughts entered her mind, and she remained silent next to Bodzil, eying Merin's hands hungrily.