The mention of 'deer' makes her frown. Of course, deer die. But given the fact of the history behind them from the Dream, well... it leaves an uneasy feeling. A spectral deer has led them here, to its bones. Her expression is grim, she doesn't like this.

As she draws up beside him, she uses her wand to illuminate the earth beneath them, helping to pick out the remains at their feet: ribs and spine and then— "Oh, no." she breathes it out, horror in her expression.

The skull and antlers. An arrow imbedded in it.

"... Someone killed it." she utters it softly, and she reaches to pull the arrow out, lifting it up to show him. "I... believe we're in trouble. I think that's why we've been led here."

A restless spirit, perhaps...?