"But we can get back, right?" She's quick to interrupt. She didn't care where she was, who was here, sure, it's been home for a couple of months.

All she could worry about now was Anna. She was gone from her life again, and apparently 500 years in the future: where at home she could be merely an afterthought.

Tensing, the ground under her crackles as the ice thickens under her feet. She sighs, turning to Jadewing to help with his wing. Stressors aside, she'd use her panic to her advantage.