"Alive?" Her voice rose an octave, her eyes swiftly darting along the paintings and hall, a new emotion alight in her eyes, but it was hard to read--because she wasn't even certain how she was feeling. Surprised? Frightened? All she knew was there were small hairs on the back of her neck standing on end like an electrical current whispering over her skin.
"How is it alive?" She had questions now, stepping back to near him. "Is it part of all of you? Or!" Her dark eyes were alight with curiosity. Taking his drink from him. No distractions. She held it tightly between her fingers. "Is it the King? His true form? If I go to those galleries can it answer any questions I have?"
Robin should know better, but she was caught up in the flurry of thoughts whirling in her mind. The longer she spent in this realm it seemed the further her walls slid, and whether she was aware anymore seemed to be harder and harder to answer. "...or am I thinking too much?" Had she really taken his drink? She winced, slowly offering it back.