She narrowed her eyes slightly when Daemon started eating, glancing down at her own plate. She knew what he was doing and appreciated it, even if she wasn't sure why he was so ready to trust this place. How long had he been here? She was sure she'd know if he were an illusion, but...

"Not much." Because they'd started arguing about morning workouts. Like she was going to mention that. "We aren't in Kaeleer, he said. Or any of the Realms. How is that even possible?"

She unconsciously reached for the Craft, intending to test the food for any sign of poisons and freezing, uncertain, when she couldn't even manage that much. That was basic Craft. What was going on here?