She was a tad taken aback by the squawed '-INE' but graciously enough didn't... mention that, or maybe she just didn't quite know how to do so.
But Grace nodded her head--one great big dip of it--at the mention of exploring the cliffs. "If we can find a way down--a safe way down--I would be glad to."
She paused as Vivilene touched her snout, going quite still, eyes briefly closing. A single hot-breath exhale breathed out; it was a friendly sort of gesture on the tyrannosaur's part, almost a little laugh. She pulled back, then, and spoke. "I won't be too long, I think. And whatever I see, I will tell you all about it."
Hoping, of course, that it wasn't going to be as dire as she somehow feared.
"Enjoy your walk," Grace added, and... in any other circumstance that might've sounded rude: 'hey enjoy the long walk back now that I dumped you all the way out here.' But the entirety of the White Wood, in Grace's mind, was safe; there was no difference in eating, drinking and resting at the outer edges than at the altar itself. She hadn't really taken Vivilene--in her mind--anywhere.
"I will come back soon. I hope I will have stories to tell," she added, kindly.
