The look on Fred's face as she started trying to process everything he'd just told her was one he was hoping he'd never have to see again. It was heartbreaking, the realization that she was jerked away from what was the early stages of a mostly normal life, away from Pylea, away from slavery, just to be dumped into a warring dimension. She did, however, seem to take it a litte better than he'd expected. Probably because of that balance comment, it gave her a way to relate it all into something she was familiar with, something she was comfortable with.
He smiled, just slightly, as she went on her little ramble about balance. "Yeah, you're probably right. Scales tipped in favor of evil would definitely not be a pretty sight." That was something he could definitely agree with. The scribbling stopped and she looked at him again. And then she asked that. He shook is head slowly, "No one's figured out a way to control it at will, it's all random. no patterns."