Sinora looked up at Asriel, with dark blue eyes, finding herself speechless. This was slightly more then she could handle. Not only had she just been brought back from the dead, she also found herself in company of the great mother, and her sorceresses, whom she'd believed to be long dead, and to top it all off Asriel, her great ancestor. "Just, what has happened?" She asked, standing up on her own, not fond of the trembling girl routine. Her body still ached, but she could feel her regenerative magic, already working threw her body. "The cursed beating us back, is hardly anything new. So why go to such extreme lengths this time?" She asked, trying to not sound ungrateful, for the new life she'd been given, but she felt she had to ask. The Blessed, and Cursed had been at war, sense long before her time, so she wasn't sure what made this time so critical.