Thaler turned to face Olan at his announcement, a small smile on her lips, she'd always thought of him as a nightwalker, between the long length of memories he had and the way he spoke to and treated Jaelnec she'd always thought of him as such. Though to have it confirmed for her was nice, she was about to comment on the others, guessing Aemoten to be human and more certain of Jaelnec being a nightwalker when he carried on with mention of the sunlight. She fell silent, content to just listen as he spoke as often she had been, though this time it seemed more for his benefit than for her own. 

Turning a little against the tree trunk to try and face Olan she attempted to make sense of his words. The light didn't hurt his eyes? Both were pretty extraordinary in Nightwalker terms but she guessed it could be reached in mundane ways, now that she could really think of many but it could she was sure. As he went on to explain his multi-lingual ability she was baffled, right up until he described how he did it and for a moment her eyes widened, he knew 'words', like she did only properly she guessed. It would make sense of course, his warning of her use, the only time she felt he had disapproved of her, his reaction to things he shouldn't have been able to comprehend. 

When Olan had come to a finish with a clear, quiet dilemma Thaler spent a moment in silence gathering her thoughts. While Olan didn't seem troubled by his existential crisis it was something that clearly played on his mind, he'd always been there for her and she wanted to help, this was likely quite an important moment for him after all. Blindly she groped for him, findign his arm and feeling down to his hand, taking one of his in both of hers and giving it a gentle squeeze she offered him the brightest smile she could muster in her exhaustion, "What you are? That is simple, you are Olan. You are my friend, my guide, my protector. You have more stories than an entire college of bards, more good will and compassion than a church full of Reina followers, and more good humour than any fool on this plane. You are amazing Olan and nothing else matters." She took a moment to catch her breath and gently clear her throat before continuing, "As for normal? I have had a god whisper in my ear since childhood, Aemoten can call down the power of a god to do, pretty much whatever he wants within reason and Jaelnec is the last true Knight of the Will. I think we have long since passed normal, besides...normal is boring." She tried to sound at least a little jovial, willing her heart to remember what that felt like for Olan's sake if nothing more. She had traded away her Black Thorn for their lives, [i]his[/i] life but she hadn't once mentioned their hearts and their souls, she'd be twice damned if she didn't try her best to keep those in tact.