Thaler finally smiled a happy sort of smile at Olan's suggestion of being weird together, "Nothing would give me greater pleasure than to be weird with you." She commented with a hint of the old joviality in her tone. As he continued with his master plan of a travelling show of weirdos she couldn't help but chuckle faintly, "That sounds just like you, saving the world with laughter and happiness." If only it were that easy, the world no doubt would have been saved thrice over by now. "If we survive this I really think we should do that, I can't remember the last time I did something for fun and not because I felt I had to. The explorer extraordinare, the blind girl and their merry band of misfits."

She was still drained in all aspects but there was something about Olan that was just so...Olan. Even as her soul felt heavy and burdened with the ichor of a blood god his light seemed to shine through and pierce that darkness, at least long enough to remind her how to smile. While she missed the cursed black thorn, the weight of it in her hands the feel of the handle and the pommel against her fingers, she couldn't regret the deal she made, not truly. Olan was alive and she wasn't sure if that would be the case had she not made the deal with Aemoten's god. She couldn't imagine this party without Olan, memories or not he was the heart of the party. "I'm sorry...you wouldn't have got hurt if it wasn't for me." she said quietly, briefly picking at her sleeve in what was embarrassment. "I don't know what I was thinking, I know Rilon is considered evil but I can not, even now, believe he, or anyone, is purely evil alone. The world can't be that black and white...can it? I didn't want the sword for me, not really. I just thought...I could do some good with it, you know? I could help like everyone else does and...and be useful. Maybe save the day...I don't know it sounds silly out loud...but talking with Rilon... I didn't feel like a blind girl, you know? He made me feel...normal, like you do. I never expected it would get out of hand, that was naive of me, I'm so sorry. I hope you know I'd never do anything that would hurt you, or the others, on purpose."

When the blind man spoke the name of the bird and confessed that either the donkey didn't speak or wouldn't speak she let go of the heaviness of her confession and briefly attempted to locate the bird with her tired, useless eyes. It was no real use, even despite the rest she couldn't bring herself to try and see in her minimal way. "Beatrice? I like it. I hope she's okay, I can smell burned feathers and her wings didn't sound right. She'll heal right?" She paused a moment and contemplated the donkey, "Mother used to say donkeys were stubborn creatures, maybe this one is stubborn too. His loss though, you're great to talk too." 

Briefly her mind wandered to their companions, they'd been gone a little while and she couldn't help but wonder, especially with their run of luck, if herself and Olan had been forgotten or if the pair had run into trouble on their little errand. It would be upsetting to be forgotten of course but at the same it would be a slight relief, Olan and her, as long as he was willing, could go start on their freak show, or do anything. Olan wouldn't have to be put in danger and she could give up the sword and live a simpler life, one where she couldn't hurt people any more, just make them laugh and smile like Olan did. Of course the latter was more likely, Jaelnec wasn't so careless as to forget his friends and nor was Aemoten, if they were in trouble though she had no way of finding out, of course they had Etakar with them so did she really need to worry? A blind girl and an old man were sitting at the side of the road with a donkey and a crispy raven as their own protectors. She didn't know where her sword was even if she wanted to use it and aside the odd fallen twig near her legs there was very little they could do to defend themselves from any attack. "The deal I made...it was so you'd all be okay, so that Rilon couldn't hurt you..." She said it as an after thought, as if reminding herself that should the worst happen Olan should, she hoped, be okay, so should Jaelnec and Aemoten, even without Etakar there.