"Good gods," Queenie said, pushing her curls out of her face, "Do you people know everyone across the worlds?"
Worlds.
She hadn't said it aloud before. She was at least a world away from everything, and everyone she had ever known. The weight of it hadn't hit her before, and now she wished it had stayed at bay.
She tried to control who and what she missed. The food, the servants, she could go for a shower right about now, maybe even the jobs. The thrill of having the life of someone powerful in your hands.
But then she thought about the people.
And she decided that the present issue was her problem. Trying to pretend it was anything other than a distraction was pointless.
She walked over to the newcomer and raised her hands toward his head, indicating that she wanted to look for injuries, "I have med training," she said, truthfully, "If you're hurt I can help."
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