There was no recognition on her face with his confession. Her world had no Christ or Antichrist. Her fingers still rest lightly on the leather strap, but she didn't look as though she were about to act. If anything, she was relieved that he wasn't some evil thing she recognized from her world. And it seemed like he was being honest with her.
She considered asking more, inquiring further about what an antichrist was, but it suddenly seemed less important. With the rush of adreneline passing, the spells she had worked seemed much more draining. "Where are we?" she asked, keeping the tiredness out of her voice. She was still watching him warily, not ready to let her guard down yet. She didn't even know if she could really trust his answers.