[ Sturmhond nods. He knows how she feels, strangely enough. He had done much the same thing - abandoned his palace, run for a safe place, and then grabbed together what he could and hoped no one who mattered noticed him sneaking off in the middle of his own war effort. ]

We do what we can. Your mind has to be here, focused on here.

Whatever's happening at home, it will wait. You understand what they've done for us, don't you?

[ He looks intently at her. ]

We know beyond any doubt that they can send us back, at once, to the very moment they took us from. Don't worry about what's happening. You'll return to it, if all goes well here. That's the hope you have to believe in.

[ The hope he has to believe in, too. Even if it's difficult, and seems too good to be true. He has no choice. ]