Anora remained equally as motionless as Pahn, her intense stare ever honed on him. Part of her did not want to know the answer, feared it, even--after all, if he could destroy a city in only a couple minutes, there was no telling how quickly the earth could fall to him if he turned against it--but the other part of her wanted, [i]needed[/i] to know. If there was someone, some[i]thing[/i] out there seeking to destroy her home and, by extension, the people she loved, she felt it more than just her duty to do something about it, whether that meant helping or hindering the impossible being sitting before her.
	When he did answer the question, she slowly let out a breath she had not realized she held. Though he might not be out to save it, at least he did not intend on destroying it. Yet, anyway.
	She eyed him for a moment when his posture shifted regally, a king ready to lead an army into battle against an enemy. 
	[color=violet]“Who’s Preph…”[/color] she began, but her question faltered as, for the second time that day, a vision consumed her mind like a waking dream or an all-consuming memory.
	Much like her dreams, it felt real, as if what she saw was a long-forgotten recollection recreating itself before her eyes. The vines pulsating with changing light kept her attention for only a short moment before the man engulfed in a silvery aura gained her focus. 
	[color=goldenrod][i]Pahn,[/i][/color] she thought, watching him and wondering where they were. Had he perhaps transported the both of them somewhere, or was this all in her head? 
	She took a slight step forward when she heard his voice, an action that felt like the first movement in the strange room in hours. To her dismay, though she stood a bit closer now, his words grew faint then fell into silence. She opened her mouth to ask what was going on, but darkness consumed coffin, vines, and Pahn in a single slow bite.
	When the world returned around her, she was once more greeted with the familiar scent of Italian food and spices, and the sound of mumbled conversations from other occupied tables. 
	Anora inhaled, confused, as she glanced around, one hand tightly gripping the edge of the table and the other rising to rub at her temple. But she had only a short moment to dwell on the unexpected vision before her chest grew heavy and the atmosphere thickened with a familiar power. 
	Her attention snapped to Pahn, the flame between them flickering mysteriously and casting eerie light and shadows over his face. Her eyes widened, and panic flooded through her at the thought of what might happen if he did not get a hold of himself.
	“Pahn!” she breathed, reaching forward and placing a hand on the table between them, trying to snap him out of the anger that had consumed him. 
	She startled back and drew her hand away when he moved and slapped both hands to his face, a streak of misty purple riddled with with electric gold unintentionally trailing with her fingers and making her own eyes glow. She did not bother to banish it as it swirled around her hand, ready for use, until the power rolling from him vanished as quickly as it had begun. She watched him rub his face, adding the topic of Prephlin to a list of topics best not brought up with Pahn in a public place.
	[b][color=6ecff6]“What other questions do you have?”[/color][/b]
	This time, it was Anora’s turn to pause. She bit her lower lip for a moment, the desire to ask about the creature that had upset Pahn overwhelming, but one she dared not try to satisfy with others around. 
	[color=violet]“Did you… I just saw…”[/color] She took a breath, sure however she phrased it, it would sound ridiculous. [color=violet]“This might sound stupid, but I saw a vision… memory… [i]something[/i] of you. On a coffin. In a room made of vines. Was that… did that come from you?”[/color] she finished slowly, her uncertainty displayed on her face.