She looks passively, at the bed and bookshelf, shrugging. "I have not needed them for centuries." Her breath catches in her throat, as he speaks what she know is the absolute truth, the realization sinking in; her thoughts are clear. 'How could I have been so blind?' 'He did all of that... to spare me...' 'He... he knew. And never told me.' She stares at his seal, upon that ancient scroll, then back at Draiss, clearly at a loss for words, likely for the only second time in her long existence.<br/><br/>As he leaves, just faintly, he hears her reply. "Thank you."<br/><br/>The common room is currently empty; the hobgoblins and yuan-ti are in their rooms, while Cerul is taking out her aggressions on a horde of illusory bugbears and orcs.