Perhaps she's going mad. Had whatever plague that ripped through the rifters leading to the institution of a quarantine caused hallucinations? Because whatever this is, it doesn't pull her. There's no tether snagging at her chest, no charge in the atoms between them, no tension weighing thick in the air.

There's... nothing, and that alone is enough cause for her to investigate, to see who this marked up stranger wearing a face that she recognizes is certainly not her Aleksander. And certainly fate would not drop him here, like a confusing dream. Maybe it's fitting that she's naked, her mind pulling random pieces and assembling them together into a facade of reality, and next something odd will happen, yes, like a dragon will emerge from the baths and in the morning all of the odd pieces will dissolve away like most dreams do.

Her mind focuses only on the sound of her wary footfalls around the corner of the bath, closing the distance. The ground is too solid for this to be anything but real, and still she holds on to hope that her test will fail.

There is no greeting quite like being nudged in the shoulder by a foot belonging to your beloved enemy.

"Dammit," she mumbles, finding him as solid as her.