She stops walking. She looks at him with discerning intent, as if peeling back every layer of skin he has and examining each one inside and out. She doesn't seem the least bit concerned with rather he's comfortable with it.

"So you're not Underground, you're just...magic." A cleansing breath in and out. "That's how you can see my mark. You're not fae and you're not a witch, but you're a little more than human."

He's in danger, then. A great deal of danger, she thinks, if he is this way without knowing anything about it. Nothing is more dangerous to them than their own ignorance.