The distraction is a welcome one, the sensible words even more so. Elidibus gives himself a mental shake, gathering himself enough to tear his eyes from the exhibit and look over - and down - to Daan. He offers a nod and makes his way to draw up alongside him.

"Such imagery is not new to me - the strange draw, though, was troublesome. Is it always such? Influences of the mental variety?"

With a last glance back at the shattered mirrors, Elidibus fully turns his back on it. He is himself, he is whole, and there is a new individual here to meet. "I am known as Elidibus, and it is good to meet you. Would you kindly lead? I am yet newly arrived."