A bit of a Cheshire grin took the goddess' mouth. "Balance is only odd to those who have none within. All things have their duality. You two simply wear yours proudly upon your scales. You'll remind one another that the light and dark exist within each other, as well. Shadow cannot be where light is not, and light loses it's precious nature without shadow to make it shine." For a moment, the words held a gravity that seemed out of place on the lighthearted woman they'd been introduced to. At once, that shadow drifted away, replaced by a sunny smile that seemed only slightly worn at the edges.

"Have any approached you in manners unbecoming? Attempted to foist bindings you don't want upon you?" She asked softly, patiently. The vaguely maternal air about her returned, and she seemed genuinely concerned for it. She listened closely to Killik's response, her sea storm eyes focused. As he spoke of having the Sight, they narrowed consideringly. As if she studied him, though more from looking at a kindred soul than something else.

"You see the patterns and strands as I do. The Morai touched my own skein, but you were touched by something different. Interesting. Tell me, child of dark. What do you see woven into my own tapestry? What is my darkness?" Curiosity and the urge to teach drove the small woman to look at him head on, no challenge, simply patience. A lesson would be imparted.