There still hadn't been any word from the Chiloon Rift, and it was driving Jaina insane. Bad enough that her parents were there, but Ben and Tahiri had been dispatched to check up on them, and then Luke had gone. So most of her family was out there, and she had no idea what was happening. She thought she'd been pretty good about handling it. And then today, she'd gone down for some training, which she thought would make her feel better, but the more she thought about it, the more frustrated she got.
It meant that when she got back to the apartment, the first words out of her mouth were, "I think we should go to the Rift."
Jag looked up from where he'd been working on a schematic of some sort. "After your parents?"
"After everyone," she nodded.
His expression didn't change. "No one who's one there has been heard from since, possibly dealing with an Abeloth.... something or other, and you want to go there."
She nodded again. "Yep."
"Frankly, I'm surprised it took you this long," Jag admitted. "You pack while I finish this."
She'd so married well.