Meteion just tilts her head at Estinien for a few moments, back and forth. It would probably be comical--if he didn't know, intimately, just what the girl was capable of.

Though when he tells her about there being a better way, her expression is a happy one, and she claps her hands briefly. No need to call more attention to themselves.

"That's good! Very good! I hope they are happier that way..." Though there's a faint echo of melancholy on her face. Probably, she's thinking about the events that transpired on Ultima Thule. What she and her sisters had done. That there's no resolution yet in her memory--though the fact that Estinien is here is a...not good, but bittersweet thing. He's still alive. That means there's hope. Hope that the Final Days actually hadn't come about.

And while Meteion had never been a slave, ever--Though I gave you these wings to soar the heavens, I did not teach you how to walk the earth. So loath was I to bind another living being--she has to ask. "Did you learn how to free them? The primals and their thralls, then?" Since Estinien did say the primals subjugated those who worshipped and entreated them for aid. And her curiosity cannot be denied, even now.