The elf had felt a slight tingling upon her skin after the dragon had died, she looked at it's great body. She had seen, and felled a few dragons in her own homeland, though none had been this size. She looked back to the woman who had helped her. She appeared to be human. She spoke kind words, as some sort of healing magic soothed her injuries. She even felt the scar on her lip heal a bit, lessening it's stain upon her heart-shaped face.
She smiled at the offer of a place to rest, but then looked towards the sky where she had been drug from. There was no rift, nor any mark where she had come. After she was healed, she looked at the woman, and smiled. "Ma serannas, great warrior." She said, rather formally, her voice having the tinge of an accent that was hard to place. Northern Fereldan, in her realm, a slight lilt to the end of her words in this realm, almost like the whisper of the deep past of the way high elves spoke today.
The mark on her face died back down again to nothing, but while it was there, it was similar to that of a curled vine. She felt somewhat renewed by both the dragon dying, and the powerful healing magic that the woman had done. She looked around. This place was similar to Thedas, but the smell was different, and, it was colder. She was dressed in simple dark brown leathers, her shoulder length brown hair touching the top of the collar of her vest. She was missing something. "My staff." She said simply, as she searched around, picking it up. Apparently, it had fallen from the rift as she was drug through it. She picked it up, taking a deep breath of the dragon-blood tinged air in relief, as she felt it's familiar weight.
She gripped it tightly, and looked at the woman with the red hair. "I appreciate your help, but I must get back to Skyhold." She said, as she lifted her staff, and opened her left hand, towards the sky where the rift had formed. Her left hand began to glow green with the mark, before she bid the Fade to come to her, she bid the rip in the veil to come.
There was a small distortion in the sky, but nothing else. She frowned, and shook her head, before placing the bottom blade of her staff down on the earth, and closing her eyes, feeling the Veil about them. It was heavy. So heavy, that she couldn't pierce it. Yet. The mark on her hand quit glowing, as she looked back towards the warrior. "I believe the veil is closed to me now...I...can't reopen it." She then looked away, and placed the staff upon her back to make it easier to carry.
Somewhat disheartened, she began to follow the woman down the mountain towards the large house that appeared near what looked like a large body of water.
The Dragonborn walked with the elf rather quietly. Having immediately understood her situation and knowing no way to console her. Worse yet she knew no way to predict her power nor reaction to her displacement. "there maybe a way to return her but I will not risk giving her hope I cannot truly deliver." She thought, while scanning over the elf. "I'm afraid you may not be able to return to your homeland." She started somberly, "if you have traveled the outlands of the void then then there is no known way on Nirn I can return you."
She looked over to the elf, sympathy most apparent in her eyes. "However I will speak to the greatest minds of Skyrim, and see if we may be able to develop a way for you to return home. I cannot promise success, but we will try with our greatest effort. I expect your pain is great, but I hope you may have peace with time. If you need you may stay with me at my manor. I don't know what you did in your previous realm but I can supply you training for a trade. Anything to help your integration in our realm."
She gave her speech her voice carrying the weight of her sympathy and condolences. She looked again over the elf trying to read her body language. Attempting to understand how she may be feeling. She noted the disappearance of the sigil that was on the elf's cheek before. "Is she perhaps her world's guardian? If so this is a far more tragic pain then I could imagine." She pondered this extensively waiting for the elf to speak. She had forgotten to properly introduce herself as had the elf. She could easily understand the silent reverence the elf may have been in, for her current situation all but ripped her from all those she loved, or cared for. Indeed it was like being separated by the gods themselves, like death. Between her and her loved ones an impassable realm. The Dragonborn, being empathic due to her guardian status, could vividly emote to all of this. She hoped she could help the elf or at least bring her peace as guardian or not she was now under Syn's protection.
They arrived in front of the large manor a few moments later. The large two story home Syn had built came into view. The grey carved wood frame and long ornamental carved siding, plainly exhibiting the heroic nature of its resident. The door not far ahead as they crossed the lightly outgrown path. The dirt pathway flanked with the trim green wintergrass that lay flat over many parts of the land. They walked up to the main halls decorated cherry wood doors. Syn had made this manor her sanctum, a base in which she could prepare for the next threat and live in peace between.