Neria met his gaze, watching, listening. Her fingers curled in on themselves and fell, slowly, into her lap. "Then things will change again once I return." And her magic will be taken back. There was no comfort in it. Slowly, Neria released the breath she was holding. "At least I have it for a short time and I can practice, see what it does with my divinity. Perhaps I can find a way to keep her from taking it back."

But would that, then, disrupt her trial? Neria did not know.

"Did you feel...too far from him? Or do you think it was a matter of the connection between worlds, that you were not able to feel Rhy?"