"My contact didn't say," she said looking at the paper, trying to find where she was sure it said it... but it didn't. "But I can't think that it will take too long..." she paused. "Then again, I'm the wrong one to ask. I nearly failed potions..." And this one was really advanced. Nowhere near what they studied in school.
Zee put the paper down and stood still for a moment. Near stock still. It was the same thing she'd been telling herself over and over. Here in the past it was different than finding them in the future. Here things could change. Anything could happen. There was no security. No straight line. No answers. No telling if what she'd known would be there when she got back. For the same record, there was any number of things that could happen here. "I can protect myself," she said. And she meant it. Then again this man knew nothing about her... what was she supposed to say.
Taking in a breath, she crossed her arms and looked away from Grim. These thoughts, they were extremely personal. These questions were. "Or, it could change nothing," her words came out quietly, countering what he'd said yes, but still... "I've talked to Albus about this already," then again she doubted he knew who Albus was, "and he said the same thing... I love my parents. More than anything. They had the possibility of saying no, but they didn't. They took me, raised me as one of their own and never treated me any differently. But..." she faltered here. Zee had an attitude that she exuded. Always. This innate toughness that she'd cultivated over the years. It fit her personality, what those who didn't know her thought of her. She was unbeatable, confident and smooth and had the fighting chops to back it up... But now, her voice broke a bit. Showing an underlying... weakness? "But there's a hole that gets left behind when you don't know. Maybe they didn't want you. Maybe you were a mistake. Maybe in the midst of war they decided that it was just too dangerous. And as much as you love your family, there's the question and a piece of you that could be missing."
She looked up, her face hardening slightly. "It could change. With any luck I'll be able to somehow keep the people I love, even if it changes slightly should this be positive, I have faith in that. But then I might not survive this war, and everything will have been for naught. I love them," she really did. "But I need to know... and there is no way of finding out where I'm from. This is the only way..."