And strangely enough Cassandra doesn’t mind, with him. Despite the painfully complicated snarl of emotions the subject of Whitestone and Exandria brings up in her... with him it’s all right.

“Two others. The first was by choice. The second... wasn’t.” She’d far preferred the first. And not simply because of her choice in the matter. Rome had been... strange, but familiar. The City had brought with it nothing but loss, and pain. “There are other planes, in my world, and the ability to travel between them exists. But completely different worlds felt... different, somehow.”