All Analisa could do was stare for a minute, furrowing her brow. She could tell that it was something difficult that Cedric had just had to live through, but she couldn't even fathom the kind of... evil... he was speaking about. It made sense, she supposed; considering the power of the magic in this village, something just as powerful had to be driving it. But the thought had never crossed her mind until now.
She reached out to put a hand of Cedric's shoulder. "But you're still here, right? You faced -- something -- and you made it back," she pointed out. She wasn't really sure what else to say.