"Was," she corrects him softly. "Ch'Rihan as it is in my time is lost to us."

She sits back slightly on her heels, folding her arms across her chest, closing off her posture a little. Irian is wary of strangers on the best of days; aliens even more so. His presence in this place discomfits her. The feelings evoked by this view are not something a non-Rihanha could understand.