The no-longer-strictly human honor student puts her head in one hand, running her index finger over her aching horn.

"I... don't know, exactly," she says. "It was certainly some kind of magical ritual, some - some manner of evocation, but of a kind completely foreign to my world -"

She trails off. "To my world. Which this is not. Which this never was. It's not your world, either... Is it."