She takes a deep breath, a rather shaky one. This is a conversation Merwen was actually not quite prepared to have. For a moment, she's a prisoner again, facing Realgar and all his untruths. She covers her face with her hands, trying not to lose herself to whitetrance, not now.

"I am a wordweaver," she murmurs, almost under her breath, but words right now are... hard.

Merwen gives herself a shake and forces herself to look him in the eyes. "Share words with me about these green-eyed spirits. Learnshare with me. What has been tried? Do they consume or do they have souls, as these small spirits seem to have?"