It wasn't often that Kidd allowed herself to look uncomfortable. Sad, angry or troubled, perhaps. Annoyed with absolute certainty. But she always hid her worry about herself. It would be simple enough to walk away and bury it again, but Zelda was sincere, and clearly not the kind to gossip.

Kidd settled heavily into a chair. She took a long moment to look at all the others mingling around, giving herself time while she tried to find the words.

"I think...I don't know how this place works. Whether we were all taken from our worlds or if...I was dying back home. Not wasting away from illness. I was dying in that moment."