Elphaba noted the press of lips and knew exactly what was not communicated. She let some sympathy fill her eyes as she regarded Dejah. "I truly hope it was simply a lack of judgement. It is not a life to live if you have a father who wishes you to be gone...no matter the means." She said softly before closing the door behind them and tilting her head to look in slight confusion at Dejah.

"They all seemed friendly enough when I crossed paths with them. Or perhaps that is because my skin is green." She said. As Dejah explored, she would find a large book sitting on a pedestal along a wall.