"Me?" she asked, as though startled. Her expression and stance calmed momentarily, and her gaze drifted skyward. There were almost no stars to be seen, as per usual, but there were no clouds, either. Simply a strange, too cold for fire orangish haze obscuring the dark. "Uhm... it's more... contained? I can't feel it the same way. There's... a sense of 'this magic is nothing like mine,' or 'this is similar to me.' I don't know how to pin it down."

Illidan's own words came back to her then, and for a moment she looked wounded. "But I've heard... it's deceiving."