Leal was going to go into detail but then I realized, no he wouldn't.

Leal holds up his slate and Terry reads it with some of her own commentary, "'Fine,' OK. 'Head hurts, stomach hurts.' Well that doesn't sound that fine. And 'Confused.'" She pats his shoulder, "Yeah, me too. About sooo much." She says lightheartedly before asking him, "But anythin' in particular?" She reads aloud as he continues writing, "Err, 'Royal jewelry... repels any magic.'" Aria looks away frowning, her own necklace shining in the lamp light. Leal holds the state away from himself again, red-faced and rubbing the back of his head as Terry reads. "'Someone took my necklace, said it was fake.' OK...So what's that mean?" Leal chooses not to elaborate and just asks, "True or not?" Which Terry voices before flopping her head to the side to rest on her arm and asking gently, "Does it matter?" Leal starts to scribble something but quickly wipes it away and shakes his head, before he can try again to articulate his thoughts Aria reaches into her pocket pouch and pulls out a metal medallion and holds it up, "I picked up the cold iron that was used on stage."