Valdis' irritation at being blocked, even if only for a few moments, by her superiors doesn't show on her face, but she's not likely to forget anytime soon. She's still unhappy with taking orders from others, but it's not as important as figuring out what happened. Nerrin's face isn't familiar, but his essence is enough for her to recognize him, even as an outsider. He's aged, either from the ordeal, or perhaps some difference in time.

"Nerrin," she said calmly, "My name is Valdis, I...know of you from the Dreaming."

What to even ask?

"How much time has passed for you?"