She was trying to figure that out for herself. And deliberately not thinking about how it was the existence of planar portals - that was, portals that let even non- Planeswalkers travel the Multiverse - that had spurred her into final action.
Trying to not think about a silly question, what would be your perfect day? and how she'd immediately thought of Nephalia with its silver beaches...
"From the minute he carved the words into my skin that said they owned me, I was trying to figure out how to free myself," she said steadily. "Eventually, he sent me to fetch an artifact that could help me do just that. So rather than return it, I ran. Well. Planeswalked. Asked an... acquaintance of mine for a place to lie low while I figured out how to use it. He sent me here, set me up with the Consortium. And here I've been."
She leaned against his chest. "I do not take well to being owned."
Re: The Aftermath.
Trying to not think about a silly question, what would be your perfect day? and how she'd immediately thought of Nephalia with its silver beaches...
"From the minute he carved the words into my skin that said they owned me, I was trying to figure out how to free myself," she said steadily. "Eventually, he sent me to fetch an artifact that could help me do just that. So rather than return it, I ran. Well. Planeswalked. Asked an... acquaintance of mine for a place to lie low while I figured out how to use it. He sent me here, set me up with the Consortium. And here I've been."
She leaned against his chest. "I do not take well to being owned."