A second ago she was at work in the temple of Erastil in Sothis, which was actually going pretty okay, all things considered. Now she's in a grassy field with a couple fruit trees and a table and chairs and some notebooks and pens.
This is unexpected and requires a ton of power and is therefore sort of inherently terrifying. And she's alone, and defenseless, and she doesn't know where Verita is.
She mills around in steadily increasing amounts of distress until Hagan appears, just as suddenly.
"We're not fae. Just humans. I'm from Osirion and she's from Cheliax."
"Oh. I'm - not sure where that is. Do you - do you know where we are - "
"Are you, like, okay? I mean, aside from the being randomly kidnapped, you - sort of look like you were having a bad day before that."
She tries to answer this for a moment and then presses a hand to her mouth to keep from audibly sobbing.
"You're okay. - I mean, actually you're probably not, you've sort of been kidnapped, I don't know why I said that, just - I'm not gonna hurt you and he's not gonna hurt you. And you can cry, if that helps, or whatever."
Nodnod. "Who are - not your real name, sorry, I don't need to know that, just - if there's anything else you go by - "
" - I dunno. I made it up when I was a kid. Needed something to call myself and wanted something that didn't sound Chelish."
" - I - sorry, I'm sure it's nothing, I just - I used to tell stories to my children about someone named - that - "
" - I'm not an expert on magic? ...you look kinda alike. If you were less ...Chelish and a bit older and had northern hair -"
She does not know anything about any of this and so snuggles her baby.
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