[She follows suit, closing her eyes and focusing on what it is she's being shown.

It hadn't just been the one. Both halves of the now-whole had been a prisoner at some point. A draconian snarl echoes in the back of her throat before she can kill it. She looks into those eyes with those of the dragon she was here and will one day be in her own world.]

You are welcome. [It takes a moment for her to kill the gold fire in her eyes, but she will keep that image in mind if she ever once thinks of crossing those standards she poses upon herself.] ...And I should warn you, that unlike that untrained fool I showed you, I know how to be that precise. Yet I shall never use those spells. I have standards.

[She offers him her hand. See? She'll even do that stupid human society thing and shake on it.]