Nobody's spoken Italian to Ilde since her father put her on a plane to Boston, and it does please her, more than a little. Not enough to distract her from what they're at, though, and she says, "A crow-pearl, according to everyone. It's what's left of one of those talking birds when they were killed, during the-" some vague gestures here. "That."

She's collecting the ones she finds here in her purse, still, but she abandons searching for more to begin leafing through the papers - Wanderset's writings, a list that doesn't mean anything to her, myth research...

Holding one of the papers, her expression slowly drains away into blankness.