Oh, no big deal. No big deal at all. He didn't just tell her that he's been out doing what only the most powerful archmages can do, going places people literally cannot survive even if they are powerful enough to get there in the first place. Nope. Just an ordinary conversation about an ordinary person leading an ordinary life.

"No," she says, making a face. She really does stick out like a sore thumb, and it's not fair when almost any of her friends could have walked among the humans of Earth without immediately being assumed foreign. "It's called Golarion. Are you really -- are you really saying you've traveled in the dark tapestry? You're not making fun of me, are you? Because I'm not stupid, whatever I look like. If you've been out there, how are you not dead?" Equally important: "Or insane? You're not a cultist, are you?"

He can have a penetrating look right back even as she stretches out an arm, fingers coming up a few inches too short to grab at his shirt.