[Once they reach the actual throne, Magilou does pause at the sight before them. For a moment, her expression looks more serious as she takes in the state of the throne. She had chalked up the previous differences to natural wear and tear over some prolonged period of time, but now it's undeniable that something went down here. This definitely wasn't her group's handiwork! Something must have happened here after the fact. Huh, is she feeling a twinge of worry for that kid...? He's an Empyrean now, he should be fine...
There are many questions in her head, but Magilou will contain them for now. There's only so much she can say without playing her own hand, after all, and the state of that throne really leaves her unsure about where anyone stands currently.
She quickly resumes her more jovial nature and skips over next to Mikleo, to the edge of the abyss. And she gives a very curious look towards that floating light.]
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There are many questions in her head, but Magilou will contain them for now. There's only so much she can say without playing her own hand, after all, and the state of that throne really leaves her unsure about where anyone stands currently.
She quickly resumes her more jovial nature and skips over next to Mikleo, to the edge of the abyss. And she gives a very curious look towards that floating light.]
Who am I saying hello to?