Illyria watches the principality impassively. None of what it says makes any sense. Winifred Burkle is gone. She must be. Illyria can take her form well enough and access those fragmented memories, but she is gone. She is gone. She has been gone.

She is gone.

Isn't she?

"My true form was taken from me millennia ago," she murmurs. "I chose not the moment of my rebirth. Nor could I know that it would be a moment too late, in a time that no longer knew of gods or kings, or cared to remember them."

She is choosing to blame the effects of the alcohol for this unexpected divulging of personal history that the principality should have no right to know. Only that - she shared this with it, did she not? Earlier, at the edge of the Rift. Yes.

The alcohol is impairing her memory it seems. Illyria registers this with a dull acceptance. She does not like alcohol.