He rested his hands on his knees, watching her face as she spoke. Errol may not have been as nearly supernaturally gifted at reading emotion and intent as Cleric Preston had been, but his training still put him well ahead of most.
Despite words that would not have been unfamiliar in the science fiction books that he'd read in his time here, Beauty looked sincere. She either told the truth, or it was false and she believed it true. In either case his own circumstances of arrival, as well as this seeming missing time, made him increasingly less likely to rule it out.
"Sending us back," he repeated, and let out his breath. Errol had never believed in a life after death, even after finding himself in the City, and he supposed that being sent back to Libria after the point he had been taken from could explain the lack of... anything since his last memory. Whatever that had been. He felt a little fuzzy on that regard. It would come back to him, he decided, or it wouldn't.
In the meantime, he chuckled quietly."I suppose that explains a few things. Thank you."