"Do whatever you wish," Dina said moodily, and she looked away from Daenan and out towards the mist. Moments passed before her attention turned to her familiar, watching his sleek black form and meeting his gaze. Her look turned imperious, as though questioning the look before turning her attention to the fog. Her mind turned to the strange man, and what Grigori had found. An enemy? An ally? Well, regardless, hopefully they would find out soon enough.<br/><br/>"What do you think...?" she asked finally, the question pointed at Daenan. "I mean about who the figure is over there. The way some of our kind have been hunted..." she leaves off the sentence, a stark fear shooting up within her, though she did not let it show through her words. She was a witch of winter, a force of destruction that kept balance by removing the unnecessary and the harmful from the world, by force if need be, and weakness was the last thing she could show, even to someone she trusted as much as Daenan.