[ alisaie has never been one for half-baked guesses, even less for speculation. investigation and hard answers are more her speed, but neither of those things are available to her right now, and she has not the time to return to the crystarium to demand answers of the exarch. she is needed here an amh araeng, and she will not abandon her post for so selfish a reason as to suss out an answer to this.

still, she feels a stain of doubt upon her heart, and a cold, quiet fear that is taking root. were ziva not on her home world, surely the exarch would have noticed that she was not, in fact, the same warrior of light that alisaie is familiar with. for all the similarities they share, he and ziva are still quite different, markedly physically different. so if she is in fact who the exarch was fishing for, that means that it is not ziva who occupies the wrong space.

it is alisaie.

gods, she had been so happy to be home at last..

shaking her head, alisaie draws in a deep breath and lifts her eyes to ziva's face. ]

Aye, no doubt you have.. questions. I've a patrol to finish, if you should like to offer a hand we can finish it in half the time, and leave ourselves ample time to speak.