Cain dragged a hand through his hair. "Fantastic. I break the universe and kidnap a stranger."
"You didn't break anything," she said. "You were pulled. You resisted. And now I exist where I shouldn't."
That line hit harder than it should've. "Are you… alive?"
She tilted her head, considering the question like no one had ever asked her anything before. "I think so. I'm standing here. I hear you. That matches the definition."
"Do you have a name?"
"I had one in the gate," she murmured. "It doesn't belong here. You wouldn't be able to say it."
Cain gestured around. "Then pick one you can say."
She looked down at her bare feet, the scorched dirt around them, then up at the dim streak of sky overhead. "Call me Sirin."
Cain stared at her longer than necessary. "Sirin. Fine."
