[She wishes that she could tell him to stop fussing and that he would listen, but perhaps a part of her is also too tired to fight it. She has not forgotten what she had seen, nor has she forgotten the crystal, as more of her focus returns and the fog in her mind starts to clear.]
You first. How—how do we get back?
[A hand clutches at her necklace, at the charm and the rings that sit around her neck, while the other reaches for his left arm.]
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You first. How—how do we get back?
[A hand clutches at her necklace, at the charm and the rings that sit around her neck, while the other reaches for his left arm.]
The rings... They did not work to get me to you.