It was true that Ignis could not see that parade of emotions marching across Liliana's face, and there was always a strong possibility that she was being mindful to keep any of them from wandering into her voice. But he did know her voice and its little fluctuations very well by now, and, besides, even without that, the way she trailed off, the fact that stone cold was usually achieved only a few ways even after a few ales, and the fact that trouble seemed to often follow wherever she went...The temptation to ask if something had happened then, these five, seven years ago, was strong, but if his assumptions were correct...it was hardly a good time, what with her already feeling so terrible, and his goal was to make her feel better, not worse.

Although, why would she even mention it? Did she want him to ask? Or perhaps just spark his curiosity? Was he simply overthinking it?

(Him? Never.)

So instead of asking what, he decided to ask something alse, a more circuitous route around the bigger picture that might help him determine if it was a topic better suited for another day, or hardly even anything at all.

"And where," he asked, "was this, these five, seven years ago? Which plane?"