"I understand what one may consider necessary during war." The mask is curious, so very dog-like and eerie with eyes that appear near lifeless, in some ways. Or like the Night King's? "Your Tranquil Empire is a curious thing to me. You speak of pacifism and defending yourselves, and yet I wonder if your mention of preemptive defenses is merely an excuse so very many with power twist to their advantage. We made no attack against you and yours prior to you absconding me. In fact, we were explicitly told not to engage in--"

Kebechet lifts their hand, and black bleeds away with one simple motion, replaced by--her heart jumps to her throat at the sight of the Red Door. Whatever she was about to say about a war through time turns to ash on her tongue.

The details from a childhood so long ago are blurry in her mind, now. Was this how the home looked when she was a girl? Would there be a lemon tree outside her window? Dany doesn't move from her spot, staring long at hard at that door.

This is not my home.

"Time collapses?" Both voice and expression remain steady as she turns to face Kebechet, all whilst a drumming song roars in her ears. "Is it a room you control?"