Past the warriors guarding it... She hadn't known about those yet. She has yet to venture outside the cave.

She doesn't know if she can trust this bizarre stranger, but her gills prickle with discomfort at the thought of being trapped here. She's still processing everything else he's said... Somehow it's not too hard to accept she's no longer on Pyrrhia, after everything... that crystal egg, the strange dream... Wait. Does that mean that dream... is her home already gone? No, she can't know that just from some weird dream. Her dreams don't mean anything, she tells herself; she's not a NightWing. The last time she dreamed something and thought it had really happened, she got mad at Starflight because she thought he'd been hoarding prey, and he sulked about it all week even after she realised she'd made a mistake.

... Whatever's actually going on, she hopes he and the others are okay.

She makes herself straighten up a little, wanting to look less like a cornered eel.

"Okay," she says. "I'm not saying I believe you, but... If you can get me out of here, then sure. What are you?"