Syra looks at him. Walking over to him. Watching him stare at the book. "That was my mother. If your able to read it...then your really strange. And abnormally impossibly able to read a language that only existed when my mother was alive." she says softly. She watches as he haughty sniffed. "Well...I said it was ORGANIZED CHAOS...not that it was a regular organized room." she says giggling. She walks over. Placing  hand on his hand which was enflamed and scarring. Chanting something as a white glow flashes and his hand was healed. "Not unless I am stupid enough to let them in. And why the hell would I let my damn demonic and demon possessed father into my sancturary?" she says with a soft laugh. "Yes...I know that it is outside. But my two tunnels and this room...they are safe." she says honestly. She kisses him suddenly. And then pulls back. "Er...sorry." she is bright pink.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FFFF00">Jace listens to her describe the night scenery. "Sounds beautiful. I wish I could see. But I am gifted in other ways. Such as my senses and attributes being enhanced." he says softly. "So...what is your living space like?" he asks softly. Chuckling a bit. He smiles. "I'll take you to my training place and you can tell me what flowers are there. I smell them...but cannot distinct them."</span>