Sariel's gaze flicks from one side of that chair to the other the instant after she sits as though half expecting to be held in place; there's nothing. That might be helping, just a little. and then--

Blink. blink blink. that answer is enough to jar Sariel into a moment of true confusion. "they--" and there's something like hope sparking. Faintly.

"They never left their... people have seen them dreaming?" something like hope, and something like disbelief. what if she's wrong?