Ah. His eyes open in recognition of the symbolism she uses. Appropriate she would pick Mythal's vallaslin to mimic. The memory of the woman is pushed from his mind quickly before it can tear down his carefully neutral expression.

"Better, yes." On the heels of her glittering rain, he conjures up a white wolf and 'blows' it away to charge into the 'rain.' When it finishes falling, the wolf howls before erupting into its own spiral of light.