Zelda was sure that she didn’t understand and she did nothing to hide her confusion. She’d rather be honest with James. “Do you not want to go back home?” Her voice was quiet while remaining gentle and firm. She could understand needing to go home but not wanting too, knowing the fate waiting for you could be worse than anything that happened in this world.

She didn’t want to assume or pry but she didn’t feel as if she could let it go. If James dismissed her question then she would. She would drop it and thank James for his assistance but if he didn’t.. she wondered just what the answer might be.