Something about Elohim that might have been considered unusual was his tendency to be...completely indirect, or subtle in any case. Though she did her best to appear as if he had her attention, he made no notable recognition of her having planted her wares down and yet, he noticed all the same. His eyes barely seemed to move from there trajectory, drinking in all that he could without any real effort. He had been born of his parents' curiosity, a personification of it perhaps - he had many questions and so, he instinctively sought answers. He had simply learned to do so without making a scene of it.
He had a similiar feeling from her. She was not wholly like the others he had met; she wasn't like the gypsy in the caverns or the white queen of the fields but rather, an entirely new creature. She seemed like she did all that she did with great purpose. He liked that, he thought, or at least the implication of it. Perhaps it was because he seldom felt the divine urge to do just about anything let alone something with a longterm motive. Two sides of the coin and all that.
It is when her eyes snap open and wide that his head tilted in response, a jarring movement that mirrored the suddeness of her own. A low hm of curiosity begged at his lips and yet he bit it back with a small grin instead. It had been his job, in a way, to find him and yet, his father had not told him how to do so - he had decided to improvise, a rare incident brought about by his curiosity over this girl. He remembered her as a small child, after all, a child who had stirred quite the commotion when she had been spirited away. Abel had been the one to meander out into the storms beyond to find her. He wanted to know what kind of emotion, what kind of thing, might bring about the desire to do that. She seemed to have it.
"Yes, I will help you." And in truth, she was the one helping him but why tell her that? She surely knew and if not? It did better to think he was the one to help, maybe. "Do you know the gypsies?" His head tilted to its opposite now, a peculiar mischief reaching into his features for a moment as he grinned a little broader. He had taken up the mantle in name at some point or another, an attendee at their meeting alongside Dragonfly and the woman from the crags, Liquid Amber and, by chance, those gypsies had met with Spirane several times. "We could use their name perhaps." He offered after several moments of quiet, finally filling her in on just what he had been thinking. Now, he waited, patient as ever, curious to see how she might react to such a...precarious plan. Had she something else in mind? Something sneakier? Something more brave?