Devaguea frowned as the figment/fragment/spirit stormed off, before shaking his head and jerking it back, signaling to Sak'bas that they were  to rejoin the others.<br/><br/>There were few things that had ever caused Devaguea to come to a complete halt, both mind and body, once he had stopped being used in the gladiator ring. He was a fast study, quick to react and make plans, and faster to act, though not always with even decent results. But being asked by his companions what he had been doing made him come to a total stop, head snapping around so fast he actually had to start rubbing his neck. "You... what? You couldn't see her?"<br/><br/>He blinked, before slamming his horn into a nearby tree, and sighing. "People, seriously, if something like that is happening, ask me if I am okay. That can be our code phrase for 'talking to something we can't see.' If I don't react at all, or react with hostility, then be concerned. If I try to say everything is fine like a puppet, be EXTREMELY concerned. I would rather you ask and blow a con, than let me blab something important that gets people killed."<br/><br/>The dragon duke shook his head, before snorting some smoke, ignoring the hole he had gouged in the tree with his horn as he kept moving, relating what he had seen, said, and heard. That no one else had seen her was... concerning and intriguing. He did ask Sena about the title Nymph Queen, seeing if her nature knowledge would give something he didn't know back.