[ Not being able to see his eyes is off-putting, but she remains unflinching and unfazed as she absently shifts on her heels. She does wonder if this is truly the best route to take, but there's little else available to her and he's the only one with the knowledge and skill to potentially help her.

So when he asks her what she seeks, her voice is slower than normal; still carefully choosing her words even as she speaks them. This is important, after all, the reason why she travelled so far and is stepping into something dangerous. ]

I want to know what I am. [ No answers were ever given as she grew up, not when she could see things others couldn't and wield the darkness as an extension of herself. Even when she found herself recovering from apparently mortal wounds, she was no closer to any sort of truth.

So now she'll do whatever she can to seek it out herself. ]

I don't have a vision, but I have abilities that I don't fully understand. And I can't get answers anywhere else.

[ Which is why she's turning to him. ]