Years of traveling had given Talia the skill to pick up small facial changes. She wonders at the second of worry he shows, but it's gone so fast she wouldn't have seen it where she not looking directly at him. A sense of awe fills her when he reveals that through her, the whole woods live. Talia gently squeezes his arm when he talks about the pain of a lone wolf within the woods and the feeling a fallen tree gives. "It's very beautiful," she says softly, in reference to the whole of Mistwood. They arrive back at the castle a short time later. "If there is something i can do to help with preparations, i will gladly do so." She doesn't know what to do from here. The servants had shown her the castle the times that she had left his side after he had fallen asleep.  A little bit of uncertain comes into her expression.