Clover meets the warlock's gaze and nods in understanding... it's not hard to guess that he's got his own brand of magic, but having not yet seen him in action, that's all she can do-- guess.  "Well, it's my hope that I can be worth the effort," she replies with a wry smile, then inclines her head respectfully at the thought of the dead.  "Well... best we can do is carry on, I'm sure.  Honor the memories of the lost by doing good deeds in their name.  And whatnot."  She shrugs, quirkily smiling again.<br/><br/>She wonders briefly about the dynamic between Xelise and the paladin, and how Nara plays into that-- clearly there's some kind of unspoken social posturing, but Clover will be damned if she can catch on to precisely it's nature.<br/><br/>"So... I can lend a little magic here and there if that's of any help?"  Her eyebrows raise in curiosity, inviting response.  "Is it safe to say that we can be traveling together, then?"