She screams, as he tries to offer her warmth and kindness, mentally resisting even that; while she doesn't speak, her thoughts are clear. She doesn't want to be given false hope, again. Even with the slight surge of power, she doesn't seem to be aware that the illusions are pierceable... likely, she thinks that's even a trick.<br/><br/>It's not hard to find the native, in charge of this layer; it sits at the heart of this illusionary maelstrom, a massive, fifteen-foot-fall wraith-like creature, floating ten feet off the ground, gesturing subtly over the area, paying little mind to Draiss, as he approaches.