Eleeza's smile broadened, including her eyes now, as apparently this wild mystic knew how to behave.  "Thank you, Bael'reth.  It's my pleasure."  She then gave the unique warforged a long, suspicious look, but didn't speak with the vaguely unsettling construct.  She, or it, was beautiful of course, but in a way that seemed - impossible, unnatural.  Something about her triggered a primal anxiety in the barbarian's heart, and she wasn't used to taking such anxiety sitting down.  But that was all she could do, here - so she smiled, thinly, at the 'woman', and held her tongue.