"You're outsiders?"
"They really are outsiders."
The people before them wore the attire of an ethnic minority. Seeing them, words like "witchcraft" and "Poisonous Insect Technique" popped into Celeste Grant's mind.
She waved. "Hello there."
An older-looking woman standing not far from her looked at her with excitement. "Miss, are you from the outside world?"
Celeste Grant nodded slightly.
"Yes, my husband and I came here by accident. May I ask what this place is?"
'So, where did we get teleported to?'
Javier Sinclair froze for a moment, his gaze fixed on Celeste Grant. This was the first time she had referred to him as her husband in front of others, and a warmth spread through his chest.
He reached out and placed a hand on her shoulder. "That's right. This is my wife."
Celeste didn't know what she had said wrong, but the woman who'd questioned her grew agitated. "Finally! Someone has finally come!"
The rest of the people became equally excited.
