[ She nods solemnly. Though his gaze cannot seem to keep focus on any one thing, hers remains solidly on his face. ]

That is the nature of these worlds, these realms between realms. Ryslig was the same. We are taken from our home worlds, and just when we form bonds, create lives for ourselves in these new worlds, we are taken from them once more, or others are taken from us.

[ She sighs, and finally she looks away from him, looking down at the hands she knows will grow claws in another day or so, when the moon becomes full. Those hands ball into fists. ]

I will not tell you to wait patiently until you are returned to your world. But you cannot burn down every memory of it in this one.