The anti-magic shell doesn't seem to have much of an effect, she says, it merely makes them sound a little different. "Easier to identify from my own thoughts, I suppose, but not much quieter."<br/><br/>A while later, the company arrives at the portal location, the now exceedingly nervous and paranoid elf taking shallow, quick breaths, eyes shut tight, as she sings a small song to herself, unconsciously pouring magic into it, causing the song to radiate around her; likely, it would have a charming effect, against lesser beings, but everyone here was powerful enough to shrug it off without issue. Coordinating moving her into his plane is a little tricky, but precautions inside seem to be less needed; once inside, she blinks in surprise. "They're... they're really quiet, here."