It helps some that everyone I meet here keeps reminding me of how very thin my aether is.

[Her smile turns a bit wry, quirking to one side, but she nods in agreement— he's quite right, not everything was lost.]

The world, sundered though it may be, still holds fragments of what once was. One just has to know where to look.

[She can't help but think of the ruined structures beneath the waves of the Tempest, even before she had seen Emet-Selch's replica of Amaurot itself.]