Picking up her lukewarm coffee, she sipped with a frown. She really was no fan of cold coffee. She eyed the other mug, it seemed Death wasn't a fan at all. She couldn't really blame him, coffee wasn't for everyone. Kaia sat down on the edge of the couch, her eyes scanning over the runes in the carpet. "He has my blood because I used it to set you free. I didn't have time to outsource blood to alter those runes around the cage. I realize now how immensely stupid I was, but I couldn't [i]not[/i] free you." She felt as though she was trying to convince herself. "But if he's half as intelligent as I expect, he'd know the bloodmagic he used had to be altered to set you free. The only way to do that is with more blood. I mean, if I was in his position, I'd use that blood for more than simply finding the one who set my prisoner free." The more she speaks, the more uncomfortable she becomes with the situation, "I'd use it to curse the owner." The concern came through vividly across Kaia's face. She felt all she could do is hope that the magician saw more worth in finding them and that her protection spells were strong enough.

"I don't wa-" she stops herself, reconsidering her words, "My father is a difficult person. I'm not certain he will help. He's a busy man and quite particular as to what he gives his time and attention to. I can ask one of the help to send me access codes to the family's digital library instead. That might aid my decoding efforts." She'd prefer to avoid involving her father, she realized. Hell, she might even choose struggling and failing over asking his aid. She hoped Death would somehow forget of that as an option. 

Her eyes fall to the jar in Death's hands, "Two nights from now there will be a full moon. I can perform a ritual to reach out to Thoth. If I weave some of the energy you gave me throughout, I'm certain it will draw the attention of any god. Considering Thoth is a god of wisdom and magic, we should have luck in piqueing his curiosity enough. At least, that's what I'm hoping." 

She downed her disappointing coffee, getting to her feet again. Bringing a notebook and pen closer, she started replicating the runes into the paper, taking extra care of their spacings and placement. She didn't want to accidentally cast a spell with these runes she knew absolutely nothing about. Not a single one of them looked familiar to her. She scribbled a few additional notes down in the back, wondering how long this world will remain deathless.