And still with the talking... Maeve held in another sigh before she turned back around, facing him full on this time, and folded her arms across her chest. She watched him rub his neck, feeling little sympathy for whatever was troubling him. When he admitted his status she didn't bother to hold in the sigh, however. "Of course you are," she muttered, amazed that she was 'lucky' enough to run into a bloody seer. There weren't many branches of magic she was happy to dismiss but Divination was certainly one.