Dejah glanced to Elphaba as she spoke. She noticed that bite to her lower lip and found herself inexplicably pulled towards the green-skinned woman. "And...how did they end?" She asked, her voice barely a whisper. Dejah found herself entranced, looking at how her dark clothing seemed to melt over her emerald form. She seemed to be wearing much more than most Barsoomians wore. Dejah herself had most of her copper skin exposed.