"It's difficult to predict, how many there will be," she admitted, with a small, sad shrug. "I met a few fellow Sovereigns when I arrived, but even now, there are few of us."

She looked around, and sat primly, on a rock, to the side. She kept her eyes on his face, when she appraised him. Some were... finicky about that, and well, when there's the additional shock of being reborn, it can only be expected that there shouldn't be that additional stress. "You've arrived in the same place I did, the shrine of the sovereign," there's a sad smile, there, as if to say: "heavy is the head that wears the crown", but she doesn't voice the thought.

"If you are not royalty, then perhaps you have the aptitude, hm? Not that it makes a difference, in a place like this," a pause, and then: "I'm sure you have questions."