Zelgadis winced. He wasn't numb to her tone, poking at him like accusatory knives. Why did he even open his mouth? Normal conversation, what is that, anyway? Clearly above and beyond his faculties. Dammit, dammit.

He took a slow breath, in and out, scouring the skyline as his brain worked to try and piece something together that wasn't absolutely terrible. "It was just...things like...meeting up in the City, and then...needing to leave for...some reason." He shook his head. "I don't really get why," and that much was true, "but you used magic and we left. And kept going until we were down there."