The nexus room swims in Inric's vision when he arrives, multiple versions of each child waiting for him overlapping in a clashing kaleidoscope. He squints, and Mina comes forward, a worried expression on her face (faces?). "Are you all right?" she asks. "There is no need for concern," he says. With a bit of effort, he brings her face into focus, then turns to Tiero. "What do you require?" "I, uh -" "Do you wish to return to Lisgaros?" "No!" Tiero blurts, panic in his voice. Inric is more relieved than anything else. Transfers anywhere right now would be highly inadvisable.