Aeotha was staring at Skandra as if he'd grown another head. She was sure that he'd done something to himself, maybe ate something that'd gone off. The heavens. Other words. She was a Priestess and even Aeotha thought that some things were far-fetched. Going to the heavens, alive, and obviously making it back was impossible. Impossible! She made a baffled noise at him as he seized her shoulders. Mentioning Uathis had only made Aeotha visibly disgusted but it washed off her face as she looked at him. Excited as a boy who'd just seen his fight real Knight. As a girl finally seeing the shining city of fountains and knowing she'd be living there.
"Excuse me?" Aeotha rapped her fingers on his elbow.
"Wake up. There's no way that's possible Skandra. We can't travel to other worlds, and even if we could. Well, how do you suppose we're supposed to get back?" Aeotha wasn't delighted about this. She didn't even believe this. She stared at him and finally put both of her hands on the collar of his coat and tugged.
"Listen to yourself! Excited! There was a dead elf back there. And what about Uaine? Delighted Skandra! Excited! Wondering if something lives here!" She was disgusted. Aeotha pushed off of him and started to walk again. She had to get out of here. She had to find Shantar, slap him because he'd be excited too, and take the other Priestess back with her. Somehow.
"You seeing the world tree. You, of all people, stepping onto holy ground and believing it's the place at all."
Aeotha threw her hands up and made an exasperated sound. She wanted to return and fix this. She wanted to find the others and get the hell out of whatever this was. Her head was beginning to ache all over again. "You're not making any sense to me at all."