Not being able to create life or sustain it feels like a lofty responsibility to Hilda, or perhaps in the wrong hands, too much power. Still, it's comforting to see and hear that their visit to the Nether had brought some level of relief to Aster and their people. The Summoned's place in Abraxas had changed it, even if it was in subtle ways. Hilda just hoped that it was for the better.

Their brightness is infectious and her relief shows, palpable in the smile that she gives them, "Potent or not, every little bit helps, right? We're just glad that we're able to do anything at all to help cure the dragons."

As much as she had enjoyed speaking the Aster she recalls that there had been another reason for her visit. "I know I've already taken up so much of your time but," and here a bashful expression flits to her features, "I was wondering if you could teach me how to use play the lyre. I'm trying to understand how they work and I think playing it a little might help. And really I couldn't think of anyone better to learn a little from."