Letting her hands sink to her sides again, Elsa's mood fell with them. He wasn't a mage. Her gaze moving away from her face, she was surprised at how strongly she felt the disappointment, even though he had just labelled her as a mage moments ago. She didn't know what it entailed, what it really meant, but since he wasn't one, he couldn't help her anyway. Perhaps the pain was only hope faltering again, the tiny flickering light that he had appeared as, growing dimmer. She didn't know him, he didn't know her and he was not a mage.
But even though her thoughts were dark, far from her would it be to let it show on her face. That polite smile crept back up, as much a defense to her as any chainmail or dagger could ever be. It sat uneasily on her face though, as if her real feelings was peeking out from underneath a pleasant mask. "Oh, I thought you might be," she said, voice neutral, even though her eyes avoided his. "Since you asked I..."
Realising that he had put his oddly designed staff behind his back, she stared at him, eyebrows slightly raised and a confused wrinkle appearing between them. It was a very odd gesture, as if he wanted to protect his walking stick. But that seemed very odd. "...I misunderstood, pardon me." One question remained unanswered though and she pondered it for a little while, trying to decide how it would make her look if she asked. Finally deciding that she could not possibly loose any more face, she did ask, hands moving up to cross over her chest defensively. "How come you know about magic if you're not a...a mage?" Maybe the answer was very simple, maybe she was looking like a fool, but she somehow felt there was a need to ask.