She does consider slapping him for a moment. "I don't know what's happening, that's the problem. I know this-" Another gesture to encompass the whole of the world around them, "Is wrong. I know I'm not meant to be here. I know I'm not some celebrated Mother. I know you, I know you're name isn't Norman and I know that there was a green shard in your hand."

Her hands settle on her hips, "So. Since you're the only thing that makes sense here, I'm trusting you with that much. I imagine if you were going to kill me, you would have done it already and if this was something to do with lyrium, that would have come up by now."

Because that was a possibility, wasn't it.