Justine saw the look in his eyes and frowned deeply. She hadn't meant to hurt him! That was the whole point of pushing him away! She pursed her lips a bit as with some effort she put an arm behind herself to keep her in a sitting position. She looked at him, at his face, his eyes, all so familiar and beloved, but also...different. She couldn't put a finger on it exactly, but he wasn't precisely the same as she had been when she had seen him last. Of course, he'd just escaped almost getting murdered by his father at that point, which perhaps could change a person. But it was more than that. And she was confused. And too tired to be confused.
She raised a hand to her face to pinch the bridge of her nose, trying to stave off the headache that she knew would be coming. Where was she? And what was she doing here? She wished she wasn't so tired, that she could get her brain working the way it was supposed to work. Instead of cloudy and foggy and barely accessible like it was right now. Maybe - but no. She didn't even know wizards who could do things like this, although she didn't know everything that magic could do. Perhaps it could warp you through space and...apparently...time?
"I am here," she answered softly. Wherever here was. She nodded at his last words, and with a great deal of effort pulled herself to her feet and grabbed the cane that was laying beside her to support her weight. Then she looked at him with a warm little smile that seemed to brush away many of the layers of exhaustion on her tired face. He was here. And whatever this place was, it was better because of it.