Shenyo's eyebrows went up a little at the amount of information she told him so freely. His thoughts mirrored her own for a moment, wondering if she realized the risk she was taking with someone she barely knew. Fortunately he was no such mercenary, nor any threat to her.<br/><br/>Once she was done speaking he sat up and moved his head just inches away from her own. Their eyes interlocked, his softly glowing eyes staring deeply into hers. The silence stretched on as he searched her eyes, but all he was doing was trying to keep her own gaze. It was in his eyes that something odd happened. It first appeared to be a flickering of the light casting shadow on him, but that didn't make sense. His eyes were clearly emitting light, how could an outside shadow cause a change?<br/><br/>It happened again, a swirl of black stretching out from his pupil into his outer eye for a fraction of a second, before snapping back. One hand gently cupped her face to keep her gaze until it happened again. His hand was warm and surprisingly soft. It was a welcome change compared to the hard cold stone around them. What was not pleasant was a sudden feeling of dread when the flicker in his eye happened a third time. The feeling only lasted a moment, but it was certainly not pleasant. It felt as if something else other then Shenyo was watching her.<br/><br/>"To be honest." He spoke out suddenly, closing his eyes and having that feeling stop with a jolt. "I wouldn't know. I woke hundreds of years ago in this body. With a nasty voice in my mind. It is not very helpful, and wants nothing more for me to be angry and lose control of myself. I barely know anything about it." Opening his eyes again he gave a weak smile. "I'm just trying to make a difference." In that moment Shenyo no longer seemed a mysterious, old soul. Instead he seemed to be a young one, with a heavy burden, and barely any direction.<br/><br/>"I've never met anyone or anything like me. I am unique, as far as I can tell. Or I simply haven't found my beginnings. I remember nothing prior to waking up in that hell, surrounded by the fresh blood of a battlefield." He looked like he wanted to go on, but stopped himself. "To your question. Try anything you'd like. We'll see if it works. I seem to be...resistant to magical effects." Slowly he began to pull his hand back, looking back to the slowly dwindling fire beyond the water.