Alia did not yet know how much compassion Ghanima was showing her then. She was oblivious to the future, and the pressures that Alia had her niece and nephew in their own shared futures/pasts. That this gesture was already a great strain for the girl, instead she took it at face value, but wondered if there was in fact more. Surely they had a history she did not know, but the only way to find out would be to give the same acceptance she was received despite her inner turmoil.

"Another... time?" For a long moment she pondered if this was only a spice dream. Was she finally able to see the future and this was the form it came in?

"This is all... much to take in at once." The screaming her mind paired with this new revelation made her feel weak and almost frightened.

But she was St. Alia of the knife... she feared no one.
On the back of her head she felt a hand stroke her hair, pushing the other voice away from for a moment.



Without meaning to she batted her hand at the empty air behind her, shooing the baron from her mind, only she could see him break into mist around her hands assault.

"Have we quarter's then? And... the spice. How do we acquire it? Surely it must be here somehow or you would not be alive?" She paused, pressing inwardly to regain her control. "Perhaps somewhere quieter, and you could explain further."

For a quiet moment she said nothing, and then ever so softly she whispered in a hushed voice.

"Bless the maker, bless his comings, and his goings. May his water cleanse the land..."
At least their still had stillsuits, funny as they look at felt.
Or she thought they where anyways.