[Pff. Sarah herself doesn't exactly grimace as much as the corner of her lips twitches again. That's a particularly colorful turn of words, one she's somehow never heard before, and she tucks it away for some future situation here. Because she's got a feeling before her stays over, she's going to need to curse out loud a few good times just to make herself feel better.

The poor ink though. She says nothing about it since it's still legible but really, does he have to smudge it around? These aren't the quick drying ink sort of pens and she really feels that deficit right in this moment.

She props an elbow on the table, settling her chin in head hand. She's slightly leaned forward over the table so she can look at the paper as he references - and mangles - it. At the rhetorical question she nods slowly. She had a feeling the statement had a deeper turn than her own experiences with collapsing worlds but still.]

Yeah, couldn't help it exactly. To be honest I was listening mostly for mentions of magic and the wolf.

[A momentary pause, then:]

I've watched a place nearly collapse before thanks to lack of magic and weakness of will.