Michael. [Not angrily—when is she ever—but firmly, insisting on a grounding silence before she continues, low and calm, reaching to place her hand over Michael's.] I do not like the thought of leaving Sena here, either. I know you are worried about him. I understand, and I cannot tell you how deeply I want him home safe, but the situation is complicated, and we have not been here for a day. We do not know enough to say that involving a faraway deity is a possibility, let alone a safe one. I am not saying to simply accept that Sena is here and say we cannot help him, only that we cannot immediately commit to such drastic measures before we better understand what it is we are doing. Is that all right?