With his keen senses, he could hear the invisible figure all but holding their breath, breathing carefully to avoid giving themselves away. It would be what felt like ages, the tension in the air palpable, before a soft, feminine voice spoke out, voice trembling. "Skairmit? No... no... you wouldn't know that name, would you? I... oh, gods, I've messed this up, already, haven't I?" she said, dropping the invisibility spell and stepping closer; she had the guise of a middle-aged human woman, but the pain - and hope - in her golden eyes was plain to read.