It's Lexoris who bobs his head ever-so-little at the Guardian's name, gaze turning to Pelsor a moment. The Baroness merely gives a satisfied-sounding growl, her eyes staying on Loki. The fine details of such a creature are perhaps beneath her consideration. It's the alien before her that requires attention, and her great helm tilts a little bit when he breaks into a smile.

"My people will mark our bounds before the storm ends." At their own discretion. Her tone dismisses the notion that anyone will have any business contesting their choice. But there's a throaty rumble from her then, one that turns into a deep, guttural chortle. "No fear to the Houseless. We leave their village to them."

As for the other matter... The Baroness gives him another look, and there's something of an explanation in her tone then. "Only light-thieves and my Eliksni know the way. Ghouls fight for humans; let the humans command them. If others of our time-space come, they will destroy them all."

That doesn't sound like an instruction, or one of her terms. That's just a statement of fact.

She clicks rapidly to herself then, shifts her weight on the throne. "There is this also. I offer the Houseless-" and there's another Eliksni word before she translates: "a gift."

Which is technically correct, though to Loki the original word sounds more like gift-that-binds.