“A great many of them, it looks like. There was, for a little while, someone I knew from my world, yet she didn’t recognize me.” It had been heartbreaking, and complicated, but they’d been able to work around it. Or begin to. Then Morrigan was gone. And she was alone again.

Sorry, Ned. Aella swears like a sailor. And is unashamed of doing so. She is who she is and is unashamed in it all. “Not just you.” She smiles, meeting the challenge in his gaze. “Not so much, sadly.” She hasn’t been wide-eyed in a long time. Elves in the alienage don’t necessarily have that luxury. At least, she hadn’t. “I was more... frustrated. Still wanting answers, though.” And needing to return home. “Given what I had been doing before arriving here, strange and unusual... aren’t.”