Jaenelle wrinkled her nose a bit, and bapped Daemon on the shoulder with one hand when he muttered about killing Lucivar. "No need to get so snarly," she said, crossing her arms with a definite pout on her lips. "Males. It's not like I can't fly. Lucivar's already fussed and scowled enough over it, and threw me into a lake. At least I got him back with the pickleberries." The pout turned into a smug grin.
Then her expression both softened and hardened, moving from the smirking little sister to the concerned Queen in a breath. "It's been seven years, Prince. Seven years since you broke the Ring of Obedience and came to save me. I don't know how you were lost. You..." Her eyes faltered for a moment, and Jaenelle looked away, not ready to address what had happened in the abyss, deep in the misty place that he had not yet been to.
"I left my body that night. The body healed. When I returned, it was more than two years later. I was living in Kaeleer with Papa."