He could see that she was wanting to argue with him, or at least call him insane. He wished he could tell her that yes, he was just joking. That all of this would end soon enough and she could wake up and go home.

"... In short, yes. I apologize, my understanding of the magical logistics is just that, logistics. The rifts seem to be pulling people in from different areas, different times." He explained, as he started to lead the way back to the Inquisition camp.

He looked over at her, before smiling deeply. "You are quite welcome. You should start feeling better in a moment." A pause, then a sympathetic look. "I am James Norrington, Knight Commander, and ... I am afraid not."