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.
"His court. I suppose the brother who looks like him probably made the decision," she says, gesturing at Matt.
"I don't remember you having been among the people who had trouble?"
"He was sad about it. Sadder before we knew I wasn't going to have to pay it off myself."
"I told you. It means I can't ask him for favors unless I can immediately pay him back."
"Right but - is that the only difference between being a slave and not being a slave, that he can't do you favors you can't repay."
"Have you, like, talked to him, about this. About either the slave thing or the marriage thing."
"...he said that his family knew that they were asking him to give up something very important to him. And he asked about how to marry me, but he didn't - really follow up."
"That sounds less like talking about it and more like him making passing comments you didn't follow up on."
"I'm kind of guessing here but - he loves you, right? And - was it okay, the way fairies think about things, for him to love you when you belonged to him?"
"And is it okay for fairies to love people who don't belong to them or is that considered kind of a stupid thing to do."
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