“Of course, zolotse. I came to see you,” she pecked his cheek. Pari took a rallying breath and stepped into the portal, squinting against the sudden rush of wind.

She wasn’t overly familiar with the mechanics of Saskia’s portal work - she wasn’t usually the one using them. So as much as she tried, there wasn’t really a way to gracefully be spit up from a vacuum.
Pari stumbled into the room, her senses taking a moment to catch up with her body; at least, that’s what it felt like. She found herself staring into a familiar wooden room, the floor tiled with pristine marble, a matching bewildered red gaze looking back at her from across a mahogany desk. Damn it, Saskia.

"Parisa." The King said, almost a statement, though his surprise was hard to fully suppress, as was the case when someone plummeted through a intradimensional hole in your room. The pen he had been holding stilled, hovering above the paper as his gaze hovered over her now. "I wasn't expecting you... obviously."

She straightened, clearing her throat and casually brushing out her gown. "Yeah, well... me neither. Saskia was nagging at me to visit my parents, so... I'm not sure why she dropped me in the middle of your office."

"It's the emergency escape portal." He reasoned. "She's not meant to use it for other people, though."

"You can take it up with her." Pari said, looking around. She felt a little awkward in front of him, which was a miserable feeling; Kyros had once been an extension of her very self. But there he sat, distant and cold. She felt cold, too. "... I guess I'd better go find ma and papa."

"They're in a meeting," he said, tapping the pen against his knuckle. "Can I... get you anything while you're here?"

She bit the inside of her cheek, at a loss. Now what? "... does Gramsey still make that spiced orange tea?"

"Mirza gets it all the time." Kyros confirmed, calling discreetly for one. He folded his fingers atop the desk and returned his gaze to her. "How's Altair?"

“We got attacked by a demon yesterday.” Pari said. She wasn’t sure why she brought it up, but watched him out of the corner of her eye.

His brow furrowed. That certainly wasn't the update he was /expecting/, and the phrase alone was cause for great concern. She'd brought it up with such a casual tone, but he knew her better than to assume that meant anything was fine. His hands flattened on the table and he stood, fighting off all the scenarios that surged forth from his imagination.
"What? What happened?"