[It takes her a little while to reply to him. Since their return she has suffered a constant headache, barely able to think through it enough to spare a thought for her closest companions. They failed. A world has been torn apart over their inability to save it.
It twists something inside of her that she had, until now, left behind in the aether of Hydaelyn. The utter wrongness of a lost world...]
I am, Alphinaud. It is a great relief to hear from you. Are you all right? What of the others?
[voice]
It twists something inside of her that she had, until now, left behind in the aether of Hydaelyn. The utter wrongness of a lost world...]
I am, Alphinaud. It is a great relief to hear from you. Are you all right? What of the others?