[Van Zieks keeps his hand up, just in case, and pointedly does not place the other on the hilt of his sword, despite his instincts screaming to do so. No more throwing, please!!

He's quick to get to the answer in the hopes it will calm her properly. He also does not attempt to approach, though his sharp gaze does remain on her.]

You were likely entranced by a song and drawn to this forest, where all of us have been—forced into fantastical roles of some sort. Those of you thus hypnotized have had your memories sealed into jars, as you've seen.