I... ( He's frowning, not gaping, the very picturing of silent awe. Quizzically, enthusiastically spectating her and every word that drips down from her pretty mouth. Extraordinary. Not a single sentence aligns into sense. It has been quite some time since such a perfect storm of... nonsense.

But then, she seems clever and kind and mostly obedient, and it's hardly as if he's achieved much better, besides. So, the attempt, then, to translate the bulk of it: )

You're either a tunnel digger who can't dig into a seal channel now... or a sorceress who cannot commune with her source. Which is it?

( ...to be fair, both seem equally probable. )