He tried to smile at her optimism - or, optimistic for her, at least. This was her world, and she might think becoming familiar with it was a good thing. But it was a lot harder for him to see it that way, when it meant giving up on ever going home again, or seeing his Dryad family, his friends, his mother...
The distraction of the mystery of the bubble was almost a welcome reprieve in comparison. He listened to Jiao's description intently, eyes widening at the casual mention of gods and goddesses - well, sort-of goddesses - who might or might not be dangerous. "Oh..." he said weakly, trying to wrap his head around it all. "Is that... normal for the gods? To trap people in bubbles?" His own had been far more distant and rare to manifest physical miracles in the mortal world. "How many... how many are there, here? Do you have gods of the elements and nature, too?"
There were so many questions, but her reassurance that he wasn't the only one really did soothe him a little, and he felt a little of the tension ease from his shoulders. "Is... is everyone from different worlds? Or do you think there might be other people from my world there?" His question was filled with a tentative sort of hope, a desire to not be so alone in this strangeness.
The distraction of the mystery of the bubble was almost a welcome reprieve in comparison. He listened to Jiao's description intently, eyes widening at the casual mention of gods and goddesses - well, sort-of goddesses - who might or might not be dangerous. "Oh..." he said weakly, trying to wrap his head around it all. "Is that... normal for the gods? To trap people in bubbles?" His own had been far more distant and rare to manifest physical miracles in the mortal world. "How many... how many are there, here? Do you have gods of the elements and nature, too?"
There were so many questions, but her reassurance that he wasn't the only one really did soothe him a little, and he felt a little of the tension ease from his shoulders. "Is... is everyone from different worlds? Or do you think there might be other people from my world there?" His question was filled with a tentative sort of hope, a desire to not be so alone in this strangeness.
