Robert said, “My name is Robert,” and gave a fancy bow trying to make her laugh but then thought about her wound. “Are you in a lot of pain?” He asked, worrying about the wound. This was more important than the many questions he had for her. What bit her, where she was from, how she got here and where she was going? 

He wondered if she had magic, everything on the other side had magic and was dangerous. At least that was what the stories said.