She folds her arms, resting her weight on one leg as she turns her head so she can peer at him sidelong while her major focus is on the paper.

"At this point, it's my belief that all the magic cultivated so far has been to maintain the barrier keeping this isle safe from the massive spell that's frozen the calamity - and all the realms besides. I've not been privy to the plan moving beyond simple stasis."

And she's not happy about that; all her efforts to olive branch and offer genuine expertise have been graciously heard...and waved off or outright tabled as the next bit of ritualistic nonsense or outright disaster afoot.