[He's shared enough of her experiences with cultists to wholeheartedly share her views of them, and at her assessment he lets out a small bitter snort of agreement. When she remarks on being in his dream he runs his hand over hers... if only she knew how much she's been thinking and dreaming of her, both on Earth and on Avalon! But once again the smile fades as she wonders about how much time has passed. This will be a saddening revelation.]

The whole thing happened over a year ago - almost a year and half now -, so that's how long Prismatica and every other world have been frozen. I was frozen in time for just a couple of months on my Earth before I ended up on Avalon.

[In other words, he's been without a chance to return to her for over a year already. He always wears his crystal around his neck under his clothes, but travelling to Prismatica would have left him frozen too, unable to so much as look for her.]

Honestly, it's been difficult. The person we outworlders have been gathering around is King Arthur of Camelot, who's trying to lead the efforts to reverse this whole disaster, but he was also only recently revived, and the fae who rule the other half of Avalon and have a deeper understanding of the magic involved have complicated politics with us. They're not like the Prismals; they're deceptive and dangerous.