"But of course" There will always be secrets, always things to guard and protect - even from those who may be allies, friends. Lovers. She looks down at the page curiously, and her eyes pass over the picture, but are immediately drawn to the writing. It's old style, and in another language.

German perhaps? She immediately starts turning some of the 'f's into 's's, but then stops. Her eyes glance back up at the drawing once more. Slowly she tilts her head as she stares at the picture, at each individualized portrait - the three riding horses and the woman who they ride against. There is a slow blink, and then another as she raises her eyes up to the man next to her, and Mara recalls, oh so vividly what Maxim looks like in the astral.

"You look good with long hair." Is her only comment, as she looks down to study the picture once more. That then, must be the lady he spoke of, when he told his tale the a few days ago. And that? That must be Maxim's Belshazar. And that must be the Morganian - or is it the original Morgana?

And yes, she knows well the name he goes by now, but looking at the drawing? Belshazar seemed to fit. Although if she ever met the man, she'd call him whatever he wished, of course. Manners you know.

"I have some knowledge of the healing craft" She shrugs, downplaying her learning. "But that is for what pertains in this realm. What you seek to purify yourself from?
Comes from another."