"I'd probably end up in one of their cages," Daine says, scowling. Folk here have been surprisingly accepting of her magic, but it hasn't escaped her notice that she's one of the (probably) few rifties who could leave the island without too much difficulty if she wanted to. She doesn't, because the rift is here and she wants to be near it in case it either decides to take her home or spits out someone she knows. But she could, and she shudders to think of the lengths Romac might go to in order to make certain she didn't.