"Don't worry. It's not--well I'm mostly curious, actually." Nahariel reached up to run a hand through her hair, looking slightly embarrassed. "I keep to myself mostly. Habit. I've never actually met any of the rifters." She sits in her chair, pulling up one knee and resting her elbow on it; extends a hand to indicate the other one.

"You're welcome to stay for a bit if you like. Sometimes she wakes." The elf smiled crookedly, "And--" she paused, pursed her lips. She wondered if would be all right to ask about where he'd come from? To lose everything you knew, just like that, and then be viewed with fear and distrust on top of it.

She could imagine, at least a little. "--Would it be rude to ask about your world?"