[Zhaneel has grown increasingly used to such scrutiny since arriving in the Drabwurld; there are not large numbers of her kith and kin out and about, so she's become the subject of much curiosity.

While she speaks, she in turn studies Lusiphur. He is an elf, though he appears different than any of the others she has already met. Of more than that she refuses to yet make any presumptions, knowing not even his name thus far.

She makes a sound low in her throat, ears flicking back.]

Unfortunately, the Monarchs here do not seem to have any care for the details of our departures or what we've left behind in our worlds... their concern lies within their our world and people. [She shakes her head slightly, tail tip flicking back and forth like an agitated cat.] We are a means to an end... Always a means to an end. [Urtho had used her kind for his own means; why should it surprise her that it would happen here as well?

Her ear tufts flick forward again and she thrums low in her chest.]

Fortunate to be away from him and yet not so... [She raises a feathered brow slightly, feathers rustling as she adjusts her wings.] Is it something you would be sought for repayment here should your sorcerer arrive?