She looks at the symbiote in complete bemusement. It is a strange blend, human but not purely. Mortal, likely. Illyria had not considered that vermin would come in such varied sizes. It has no interest in harnessing its powers to its own advantage, but would prefer to dismiss them entirely simply to better understand the world it occupies? Illyria has seen this world, its physics and its place, and she finds it utterly beneath her interest.

"I hear them," she tells the child-thing. "I hear their song. There was a time when I could not, and there was a time when no Rift would stop me from visiting whichever world I pleased." She looks at the thing in its eyes with a direct, penetrating blue stare. "Do you wish to know what your voices say?"