Lyanna bit the inside of her cheek at that piece of information. Returning to the moment of their departure for her would mean returning to the Tower, to her deathbed. One of her hands unconsciously came to rest on her stomach, and she swallowed uneasily. "If that is the truth, then I would be in no hurry either." She gave Drizzt a tight-lipped smile, hoping he didn't ask any more questions.

Right, sending mirrors. That, along with magic, was a better topic, now more than ever. "I would not be surprised if these were magical. This place seems to be full of magic." As a Northerner she'd been exposed to the craziest tales, and her husband came from a family who once commanded dragons. Between that and finding herself alive and miraculously healed... magical mirrors were so easy to believe in. "It's quite exciting, actually."