I told you, Magnus. I'm from after the cycles. That's why I look older.

[ Is she keeping things from him? Of course. She can't tell him everything. She just can't. ]

And I was telling the truth. I don't know where anyone else is. I don't know where we are, any more than you do. That's why it's so important for us to stick together. To trust each other.

[ Lucretia hesitates. She knows Magnus, knows the look on his face. He's scared, out of his depth, without anything to rely on, and liable to lash out as a result. And she can't blame him for any of it. She sighs, dropping her head. She's got to give him something, or he'll have no reason to trust her at all. ]

So let me explain to you...how I aged thirty years in only ten.