*I'm fine, Papa.* Her psychic voice was teeming with joy. Another layer of that glee was added when the Sceltie called to her, and Jaenelle switched to an Opal psychic thread, to include Ladvarian. *You're here! Both of you!*
Aloud, back in the Hyperion, she let out a joyous squeal, and jumped up and down. "Thank the Darkness! Papa!"
She was getting ready to dash from the room when she paused again, looking thoughtful as she sent back a line. *I don't know how it happened, Papa. One of my potions erupted, and then I was here.* Apprehension filled her psychic voice. *Daemon is here. But he doesn't remember anything. Anything, Papa. He says he was on his way to Cassandra's Altar when he ended up here. His chalice is intact. Never broken. Never shattered.*