The stark realization of just how magic is being violently thrown in all directions is entirely occupying Cyria's attention; she had heard of and read accounts of the types of spells that were being cast, but she had never heard of anyone capable of using them on this scale, much less seeing it with her own eyes.  So engrossed is she with the displays of raw magical power that she barely notices Actil stirring somewhat in her grasp.  His inquiry, however, causes her to involuntarily flush as she remembers just what it was Aniel had been doing when they had left.  "Ah, Aniel is, uhm.  She's fine, in very good hands actually.  She was still outside when when we came down into the basement looking for you...I don't know if she's here or not, to tell the truth."  Shifting around him, she leans back, gently guiding Actil into effectively laying across her front legs, allowing her to take more of his weight off his feet.  Fussing over him somewhat worriedly, she gently but insistently pushes the top of her waterskin before twisting around to rummage around in her pack, looking for any spare rations or other food she might have had on her.  "Well, after seeing all this, I can't say that I blame you.  I don't know if what you went through was worth it, mind you, but I can at least understand your reasoning..."<br/><br/>Trailing off as the world seems to fast-forward around them, her mind races as she tries, and fails, to explain what's happening other than saying 'unexplained magical phenomena of massive scale'.  Watching mutely as the carnage finally starts to abate, she looks around grimly at the remnants of the battle strewn around them.  The appearance of a lone individual draws her attention as she moves across the body-strewn battlefield, apparently looting or at least salvaging specific items from the dead.  When she notices them, Cyria tenses around Actil, preparing to make a run for it with him if necessary.  From her appearance to her lone presence after the battle to the massive weapon she so casually carried with her, there was no doubt that she could easily deal with their entire little band without breaking a sweat, and judging from her demeanor few of them would be done in with her axe.<br/><br/>While so typically Johan, Cyria was not at all prepared for him to so blithely start talking to her, and even start apparently making a pass at the obviously not-mortal lady.  Just as unexpected, though, is her acceptance of this and her obviously non-hostile mood.  About to enter into the conversation, her jaw drops when Disa starts to explain more about where they were and what was going on.  The Eternal War...it was something that had been speculated about, of course, but nobody really knew much about it, much less had discussed it with someone who had participated in it.  Pulling out a notebook and a quill, she starts to furiously take notes on what Disa says, trying to record what she said word for word, leaving interpretation and investigation of what she was saying until later.<br/><br/>Stepping forward while carefully balancing Actil on her forelegs, she approaches the 'oni' as she had named herself somewhat timidly.  Holding the notebook open, she looks the very image of a fascinated scholar - granted one far younger than they normally come and just as obviously at least somewhat capable of handling herself in a fight, albeit not against one such as Disa.  "Uhm, I don't suppose you'd be willing to talk a little more later about this 'Eternal War'?  Later, I mean?  Assuming we don't just get pulled back at some point?  As Johan said, we're not really from around here, and most of the people from where we came from don't know much about it.  If-if that's ok with you, that is.  Oh, I'm Cyria, by the way."  Her distress is obvious, as she is clearly trying to temper the urge to find out more about Disa and everything around them with the knowledge that she had just said that she considered mages delicious and if she wanted to add Cyria to her bust and waistline, there was very little that she'd be able to do about it.