Deepwood Weald 'cause you'll never find the answers

Moira waited for some kind of response from the male. His silence was a bit worrying, she thought she would not be believed...then he spoke. And she smirked before answering to Marruz. 

"Moira...what of you?" she asked to the male. Her form had relaxed as she began to straighten up, looking him over inquisitively as she had before.