*Sashal nods and closes her eyes, with the pointer finger of each hand held in front of the eye. When her eyes open, they seem dreamy, distant:*
"Is that who I...It is no matter."
*She draws a small crystal from her clothes and holds it forth, and then her eyes return to normal and the crystal seems to hold the power.*
"Saerin shall hold my Sight for an hour, but it takes ten minutes to read the ziivash for a single impression, so do not tarry," Sashal suggests, handing the crystal to whomever solicits it.