The words of the advisor-to-be fell upon her and she nodded, but showed no true understanding. The pearls that were her eyes roamed in bored circles across the unseen white around her; settling briefly upon Anemone by happenstance, as she stood and shifted away from her prone location. "Will you come with me?" Anemone questioned midway through her rise. Dawa rolled to her chest and got to her feet, ready to follow, but unmoving.
"You cannot teach me." Spoke the cleric, with a raise of her head. Her eyes were open and in full and obvious view; she need not explain why she was untrainable. The crookedness of the woman's body and her lack of sight were evidence enough. Still, Dawa let out a sharp breath and took a careful step towards the sounds of Anemone's breathing. "But yes, I will follow."