[ Maleficent hasn't gone around talking too much about her power's limits, not wanting to divulge too much in terms of weakness. One never knows who might prove to be an enemy, here. But here is someone else who seems to be in much of the same position as she, and they are stuck here together.... There's a certain desperation, though she keeps herself calm on the surface. How long will they remain prisoner here in this grand room?

Perhaps sharing a bit of information would be fine. At least it would be far less personal than anything that mask would surely prompt out of them. And of her own autonomy, not coaxed by the strange magics of this place. ]

Mine is still present, but it appears to have limitations. [ The fey holds up a hand to demonstrate for the other woman, a glittering swirl of gold shining around her wrist as she twirls it gently. She doesn't use spellwork to summon her own magic; it's connected to the earth. ] I can feel, in my spirit, that something is changed.

...This makes me feel that they have some degree of access into our spirits. Perhaps they could do all manner of things to us.