There was no sign of Shyka - though with their ability to simply manifest at will, that could change between one breath and the next. Nyrissa nodded at his explanation. "I certainly understand; many of my... thoughts and memories associated with you are... tinged by my former disposition," she said, tactfully. "I struggle to keep the ideas of... what I thought, and what I know seperate, at times." Her fist clenched, and unclenched, as she shook her head, clearing away thoughts. "I imagine it will take quite some... getting used to."<br/><br/>A few minutes later, Magdh arrived, exchanging a few pleasantries with the Lost Prince, before taking notice of Devaguea, and the head sitting behind him, nodding with approval.