[Her laughter dies down, not because of Emet-selch's indignation but because of the question he poses when he gets back to what they're meant to be doing here. Ethlyn follows him inside cautiously, dragging her boot through the thick dust experimentally and lifting the sleeve of a sweater that's been left draped over a chair.]

...It looks like it. [She draws her hand away, looking unsettled again.] I know of magic that can send one person to a different place. So it must have taken a great deal of power if that is what happened.

[Not unlike, she thinks, the amount of power needed to get all of the 'Chosen' here in the first place.]