Illyria's eyes widen, as though something new has just dawned on her.

She pauses, listening, her senses fine-tuned, and subtly listens with a different sort of sense, filtering out the magic that surrounded them, and listening through it. It was difficult at first, like listening through a wall, but after a few moments, she was able to tell what was being said in the true voices all around her, untranslated.

"Fascinating." she says, with great interest.

"Say something." she demands.