Ulden glares at him. "It's not like that! She was like a daughter to me! Look at her, she's only twenty, now, and look at me," he says, gesturing to himself, in a body that looks to be about mid-thirties, even if, had he survived, he'd be just over forty, now.<br/><br/>Ulden looks nervous, but manages to compose himself, before she arrives. She slips in, looking exhausted, and nearly misses the two of them, until she's halfway across the room, at which point she spots Draiss, first. "Who are you? What are yo--" She cuts off, when she spots Ulden, staggering back, to the wall, hand going to her mouth. "You! You're really-- how? WHY!?" she nearly screams, the black hissing at both of them, flapping his wings to look larger, and snapping at the air.<br/><br/>"Please, Ellen, it's really me. You have to believe me, all those stories you heard--" "No! No, you're<em>dead,</em>executed as a TRAITOR! Get out, GET OUT! HEEELP!"