It's been an interesting few days. [ Has it been days? It feels like days.

Jaina takes a seat beside him, feeling the weight of her own frustration mirroring what she sees in his face. Nothing about this makes sense. Not this place, not what they've told her, not this boy that she never should have met. ] Somehow I really thought I'd be on my way home by now.

[ It's a bit of an embarrassing confession in retrospect. She covers it by rubbing at her cheek, leaving a faint streak of dirt behind with her fingers. ]

That reminds me, did you ever find your master? [ Someone who knows him, someone from the time he belongs in. She hopes, for his sake. ]