[ He's already moving, not so much crossing the distance between them as circling her, watching her, looking for any sign she might flee. She's run from him before, after all. Even now, after she'd told him she would come to him, that she would join him, that she would do as he wanted, he's still uncertain of her. He can't trust her no matter how much he wants to. ]

I just arrived. I was dragged quite suddenly from our little conversation, and brought to this…other world.

[ His gaze flicks briefly away from her, and his expression highlights his distaste for all he sees. Is this what a modern world would look like, if left to its own devices? Filled to the brim with machines filtering out coffee, and folding boxes that people type into?

His people, the Grisha, call ordinary humans the Otkazats'ya. It translates as 'the abandoned', because the power of the Grisha does not belong to them. Their lives are bereft of it, of ever knowing anything like it. This entire world is abandoned, as far as he's concerned - trapped between human technology, and the weak, almost playful magic of these faeries. To think, that is what passes for power here. Pathetic. ]

But have no fear. I will return us, Alina, to the place we both belong. Is the tracker here? Or any of your other…friends, shall we call them, for lack of a better word.