Nepeta would tilt her head in confusion at the use of the word desecration. It's a rock, what is there to desecrate? Of course, she's never been told about the more unfortunate properties of demon blood. She might understand more if she had been.

Watching in the shadows as Valamia begins to wash the rock off, she's torn between affront at the removal of her artwork and awe at what she's doing. She's never seen water control before, not even from a seadweller.

Eventually, she slips out of stealth and slowly approaches, curiosity burning in her eyes. "How are you doing that?"