Rutile's eyes go wide, and whatever chagrin they may have at having to pay for the havoc wreaked by Ilda's talent is forgotten in light of this revelation. With a soft and hasty "May I?", they leave their seat and sit on the table near Ilda, gently reaching out to turn her head for a better look at the tattoo on her neck.

"Oh, this is interesting," Rutile says. "This is a symbol of Destruction, yes? Then I suppose..."

They sit back and give Ilda another peculiar glance, this one more like a scold. "The earthquake was you, then."