"Yes." She looks the other gem up and down speculatively. She doesn't recognize her - but then, so much time had gone by since she last was home. So much had changed. Anything could have taken place in that span of time.

She has no idea what assumptions are safe to make. She feels out of touch, obsolete, even with that which she should have the utmost familiarity.

"I'm Lapis," she says. "Lapis Lazuli."

It hasn't escaped her that an introduction might be unwise. It might betray her intentions. But this is the first taste of home she's gotten since arriving here. Maybe it would be best.