It was a slightly impish smile upon the seer's lips. The company was grand to have, if only a little...different than what she was used to. She might have started blushing constantly if only she knew where the gaze of the other woman was directed, and the thoughts that were coursing through her mind.
Luckily she was unaware.
"Mischievous perhaps, but the spirit hath no wrath within." She could sense the jester within that strange being. It was alive, it was dead, it was evil, yet it was good, it was bored and yet it was entertained. The creature, whatever Undead it may be, was not something normal, not something that any had encountered, at least, not to her knowledge. She had a few stores of books to her advantage, perhaps during their sail she would look into them and perhaps find what they were going to rescue. It had been the overall...look of the creature that stuck with her. The glowing eyes, the ripped and ragged robe it wore, the general feeling of it was one of wonder and...amusement.
"Thou speak as if we art to go off and save the world Senka. Tis only a creature in bondage that is to be saved." As she slowly finished off her food, she began her rituals for the morning. It was more or less the act of cleaning the strip she used to cover her eyes, using an array of oils with varying scents to give the cloth the sweet smell of lilac and lavender, as well as a hint of vanilla. Once done, she lit a stick of incense and applied the garment over her eyes, gently folding and tucking the two pieces together. She never tied it in a painful knot, to her the cloth was almost sacred, it would have been an insult to do something so rough and careless to it.
As morning passed, their departure arrived, and soon the schooner was headed out to sea once more. She had done her duty to this island, she had helped the people and calmed the soul of the restless dead here. Now it was onto bigger things, onto stranger things. Senka and Zoran were welcome help, she was able to teach Senka a few things about sailing, but mostly she got the woman to steer. It was apparent that Dal was comfortable on the ship, even blindfolded she seemed to know everything that was needed. Whether it was letting out the sails, or tying a new knot, the boat and the woman were in sync. Once they were further away from the island, she was able to relax. A small table on deck served her purposes as she got a few books out, old crinkled things written in archaic languages.
She wanted to find out about this creature they were to save. Each time she came to the robe, to the eyes, it didn't end well. There was a trickster creature who only appeared at cross roads. Ancient and forever, the creature granted wishes, but they would often turn to complete disaster. She was afraid of such a being, it held such power, it held such...greatness to it. Other passages didn't work out so well, some spoke of vengeful liches, while others...spoke of the Grim Spectre himself. A Reaper, a being that collected the souls of the dead and shuffled them off to the great beyond. Things didn't add up, the eyes, it always came back to the eyes. This one had glowing eyes, vibrant growing eyes, and yet...none of the passages, none of the descriptions ever spoke of such things.
It was troubling for the seer. Maybe they were truly going to free a creature that wasn't part of their world. The thought was exciting, as it was a trifle terrifying.