Eryc could never get used to the reaction of his form in The Mystic, the way people stared in awe and wonder, it always made a soft pink blush appear and warm his cheeks lightly. Along with the blush, a kind smile joined it, as he waited for her to step forward closer. He wouldn't push the girl. He didn't want to scare her after all. "No, you are not dead. Welcome to The Mystic. What is your name, sweet girl?" Eryc asked, his voice soft as not to startle her. She was beautiful too, seeing her here, clutching to her human form while she still could.