"I'm sorry." Daine sobers at the news; she knows how serious war is, and how frustrating it must be to be stuck here during such a time. "Mine was... well, it was never officially war, but it was near enough. Things had calmed down before I came here, but..." she shrugs uneasily. There's no guarantee that they won't be attacked again, or that there won't be another clash between the human population and some of the immortals that have been brought through already.