"I'm dead, dear. I was taken from Amat, not from my world like you were. I have my last memories, of that island. The day I go home, that is the day I am dead forever," she said, shrugging, not sounding all that bothered. Not anymore. "As for how I ever found out your real name? You told me. You, one day, stopped hiding behind Alkaid and decided to be yourself. You re-introduced yourself to everyone. Most of them were very confused. I wasn't."

She'd understood why Alkaid had done it. The hand up at her knee rested there and her lips started to move down to the collarbone. The touches were becoming less affectionate and more actually meant to arouse. The huddled forms shifted up, the cloth of the cloak pressing up against the wall a little.