( The blonde's eyes linger on the skyline before her, her blue eyes sparkling with excitement and childlike wonder; this is a sight she will never tire of. As Elspeth turns to Troy, she tucks a few rogue strands of hair behind her ear as the sea breeze picks up.

Her eyebrows knit together as she listens to him, her features falling slightly but she does her best to keep a neutral face; after everything she has gone through (in both this land and her own), Elspeth should be used to such news. )

Th-there's nothing to be sorry for, you are telling me now. ( Her voice cracks slightly with emotion, having to avert her eyes momentarily as she collects herself.

Quietly she follows alongside Troy, her index and middle fingers linked together as she avoids wringing her hands. )

I am glad you were able to get the other's home safely, that is all I could hope for.

As for myself, the news isn't a complete shock. After the calamity between the gods, Mystra the goddess of magic used the last of her powers to bring as much of the weave onto the planet to ensure magic could be used without her. Perhaps with that much magic, it would have been a target and she — hid the world?

( Elspeth is sure there's a better more technical term he would use or understand, but her knowledge of his world is still limited. )