Los Angeles. United States of America. Earth. None of it made sense. "I was in Dhelman," she said. "In Kaeleer." Jaenelle barely noticed when the drink was offered, but once it was in her hand, she probed it carefully. All too fresh were her memories of Terreille, and the constant manipulations of Hyall. The thought that this could be another trick of Hekatah was never far from her.
Can't trust the food. Can't tell the badness until it's too late. But those with Hekatah's taint were fair of face, and foul in scent. Psychic scent, that was. Jaenelle couldn't detect any such scent on this young girl. Still, she hesitated, looking at the mixture in her hand for a long moment before even lifting it close enough to smell it.
Jaenelle looked at the girl. "Where are the Blood? Is this a landen city?" She hoped that, at least for the moment, the way she was resisting the drink would go without remark.