Conveniently for Gyre, the Wizard also doesn't know that he can't write in common. So his secret dies with him I guess. Her focus is on Garrot's nightmare scribblings. Honestly if she'd needed something deadly to unleash on the knights, maybe his handwriting would've been a better first monster.

She nods along with Haizea's words, confirming that she'd heard correctly and repeated correctly. Nice going, Haizea. Mostly nice, anyway, twelve could be dead when they sided with her. She doesn't answer after the 'plan' part of it, though, leaving it open that she probably disagrees with that plan.

Her eyes follow Matilda as she moves to the board, her characteristic smirk returning when she declares she's going to write for everyone. Good call. Idly, she flicks a finger so the whiteboard conveniently lowers enough for her to access the top without trying too hard. There you go.

"I am sad about that." She answers Matilda, confirming. But her face is unchanged, that same detached, tired look with her smirk.