Artis sat up straighter when he reached into his pockets and backed a little in case he had pulled out something one should not pull out before a lady. Then he placed strange things on the table. The first was the relic that she had been handed upon arrival, that she promptly threw into the sea. The other had a click that he caused. It was certainly something she'd never seen before.

Her fists clenched on the table, short nails scratching into the wood. No. She would find a way home. Her father would send search parties.