She nods, accepting, but it makes her eager, then, to hear more about it. To want to know how there are worlds that aren't dictated by blood and body. Even if she could not comprehend it herself, they would seem more like myths and fairytales then a truth she could know, but - "Of course. Perhaps when I am ... rested."

Flat - what was that like? She darts when something catches her eye out the window again, before looking back to him. "We will be there soon?" He said this would be faster. Her own fatigue getting to her. The want to get this itching dried lycan blood off of her, unmatter her hair, clean her sword.