Nodding to toward Michael. “Oh, you are absolutely correct. Speculation can be a great enemy.”
Chris’ word of magic caused a stirring of actual worry in the Daeva. “Can you, perhaps, elaborate on the magic in the aura? If you are able?” Her hand, once on her lap, fell between herself and the Shadow. Vivian's face didn’t show concern, but the slight movement of her hand off her leg may have.
“If you have her contact info, you could ask, perhaps. Although, it may not be entirely necessary to do so either.” The Daeva shrugged slightly, it wasn’t her first time in a game like this but she was not point in this. “I am definitely interested in aiding whatever way necessary.” Nodding to both of the men, looking at them both briefly a moment.
Looking to the Acolyte Shadow as she began her next set of words. “Please forgive me, if I am rambling about in something I do not know. Does your Covenant have any sort of particular spell to ward against the effects of whatever we witnessed?
“Or… something to help you focus those thoughts?” The Daeva meant something other than focusing on her, a bobble, a scent of perfume, or something to aid. “Perhaps for all involved, for however we do this.”
Vivian’s hand above the table raised, palm forward, indicating the point she was attempting to make. “Above all, I do want to know what she is and wants. But preparation is something one can never over do, at least in my opinion.”