[ She wanted to be alone. She wanted to process what was going to happen. There was not a spell in the world that could bring her back to Ylisse or hell, even Plegia. So, with Tharja eyeing the crowd, she would grit her teeth when a cheery looking girl would approach her.

The cheery girl would pick the gloomiest girl, right? ]

You didn't get the memo? Of course you didn't, why else would you be bothering me?

[ There was a pause. ]

This isn't your home. Or my home.

That's all we need to know right now, I guess.

[ Her tone remained unimpressed and utterly bored of the situation. ]