[That done, the whole disposition of the Dog changes. She seems to shrink a little (or rather not seems to but does) and takes a seated position. Her ears quiver, listening, but for the moment, there is nothing nearby. Rather now, she not so covertly glances up and down the figure of the female before her, before giving a little huff. Timelines. Tricky little things. Mogget is from before her, a fair bit, still bound by his bell, and Sabriel is quite obviously earlier still. Yes, she can see it now as she moves to scratch at her neck with her hind paw.]

Ah. Finicky bit of business, that. It's been said that you will return exactly whence you came, although I cannot speak, having only come here.