[Well, saving face has gone out the window anyroad. Krile doesn't realize just how stricken she still appears, nor the intensity of the longing on her face. She cannot take her eyes off the gently rotating stones.

Perhaps it is because she is so entranced that she lets free words she would not have otherwise.]

My last memory of...we were working to re-initiate the aethernet on...o-on an island.

[Recalling exactly what that island was, the purpose for her expedition, seems to crush her just a bit further and shake her out of her reverie at once. She takes a fast, stiff breath.]

But it doesn't make much sense either way. We don't have- artifacts of any sort. Unless Alphinaud woke up with a functioning crystal array in his pocket.