She swallows thickly and adds some beard to the melted buttered pan and readies her spatula. As it softly sizzles.

"Still, it always effects those left behind in some manner. " She murmurs lowly.

She nods, "Aye, tis.. not for years the trails gone rather cold. " She murmurs though prehaps someday if they could get back to the enchanted forest.. or if whomever or whatever was involved.. got transported somewhere. Things and people had a bad habit of turning up in the oddest and worse places of late.