[ Thancred's barely restrained laughter is still felt in the atmosphere around them and for some reason it feels warmer than it had been moments before she busted down his proverbial door. It draws her gaze towards him, admiring the way amusement sits on him as she continues to ignore Mogwry's grumbling.

The words chocobo and morbol are at least vaguely familiar to her and it dawns on her that Thancred is likely referring to the incident that brought all manner of creatures from Summoned's worlds into Abraxas. Recognition appears in her gaze as she looks at the chocobo card but the other three are met with a little crease between her brows. The first two seem like the sort of thing that she'd expect to be put on a card game, but the last one... ] 

Is she supposed to be a...primal? [ And just in case she is - ] Not that I'm judging any Gods just in case they're listening but I guess compared to the other ones she seems really [ There's a pause as she searches for the word. ] small.