[Her usual sarcasm is to be expected, so Ushahin lets it roll off of him. He'd be more worried if she seemed at all glad to see him. What disturbs him more is what he can feel bleeding out of her mind, something he doesn't even need to push into. It's coming off her in waves. Everything is all jumbled up, Alessa's and Sharon's and Hadriel all mixed in together. He could help. He knows he could. But she would likely spit in his face after all that he's done to her.]

No. I always come every month. The minds are always the same: confused, wondering where they are, and what is going on. I enjoy the consistency.

[That's what he'll use as an excuse. The Door keeps bringing more people in, even those long dead. Someday, perhaps Tanaros or Vorax will make their way to him. He still has hope, small as it is. They didn't survive a thousand years of each other's company to be parted now.]

Where have you been?