[He almost wants to believe it, almost dares to in this strange world. But he knows better. Things don't work out this well. The bay elemental is wounded but not nearly as grievously as it was before. The Lady of the Lakes is still alive, Lunare is in ruins but still exists.

And now the friend he had risked it all for is returned from the grave?

I don't think so.]

Lassie, [His voice lowers, Irish accent thick in his anger.] Ye must think me a fool if ye expect me te be believin' that.

I don't know who ye be but she is not yers, I can guarantee ye that. I've lost one friend to those disrespectin' the dead. I'm not going te be losing another.

[And even as he speaks his eyes are carefully taking in what he can see of her surroundings in the video feed. Give him a moment to figure out where you are Christine and he'll be tracking you down.]