Though her eyes were lost to her, Valæra's Sembling senses took note of the Draconic glyphs. The tongue was still spoken by her Zalkyrian liege lords and, though she never dared sully that sacred language with her unworthy tongue, she did understand spoken and written Draconic and took note of the intent behind the symbols represented there as they moved under the ministrations of the Steward.
Though her Kinetics were no match for her Semblance, being more her brother Phocion's speciality than her own, the Craft was perfectly sufficient to accept the proffered glyph as it was offered. She listened impassively as the preliminary terms were laid out, arching a brow at the most pendulous caveat presented. It would pose a risk, but it also presented an opportunity... perhaps it could even be woven into plans that were already in the offing. It would certainly be something that warranted the attention of her mother, the Vigilia Magna.
"Acknowledged." She replied with a simple nod as she regarded the glyph levitating before her. Valæra rose, and stepped away from the Steward, pivoting toward where the portal that delivered them to this place returned presumably at their prompting. She stepped forth with a glance toward Aoren to gauge whether he planned to leave with them or remain to deal in further matters with the Steward. Valæra's steps halted as she sensed Hilana's hesitation but, she marked that without remarking upon it, and continued her gait toward the portal to be transported back to the chamber they had lost much to reach in the midst of the wastes and the temporal storms that afflicted their trek.
