A second ago she was at work in the temple of Erastil in Sothis, which was actually going pretty okay, all things considered. Now she's in a grassy field with a couple fruit trees and a table and chairs and some notebooks and pens.
This is unexpected and requires a ton of power and is therefore sort of inherently terrifying. And she's alone, and defenseless, and she doesn't know where Verita is.
She mills around in steadily increasing amounts of distress until Hagan appears, just as suddenly.
"Huh. - you think it's a good thing, them working themselves out?"
"I don't know. I think Karen might have - a little bit of a bias to make things right by marrying people she wishes hadn't touched her? - not very much of one, but any."
"- I wouldn't particularly say so? Who're you again, exactly -"
"Hagan. Not my real name. Kidnapped Imrainai, kind of, but I didn't enslave her and she wouldn't love me if I did so - I don't have a lot to go off about those ones -"
" - I mean I pretty much assume she hates me? Don't ask her, that's not fair to her, she's stuck with me for a while back in our world."
"And no one knows this Karen here, who looks like mine? - and you don't know anyone who looks like me or like Hagan?"
"I don't hate you. I don't hate anyone. And if I was going to hate someone it wouldn't be you."
"There you go, her opinion of me is that she does not hate me. I think she's neat but she's, well, Chelish, so like -"
"Well, one protests very quietly. So quietly you almost can't hear yourself. And eventually the protests get quiet enough that you wouldn't notice if they stopped."
"Sorry. I wasn't trying to insult your dead friend. I just - uh, she was evil, or she wouldn't have gone to Hell, that's - how that works -"
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