If the ruler of this place is capable of returning to me what is lost, then surely this too is within her grasp.

[There was no pattern yet to who was a guard and who wasn't it seemed, certainly he was the first quadruped she'd seen. Not having a comfortable and easy way to categorize all these beings was going to be a headache and a half.

Blue leans back a little in her seat, looking bemused. This was all going to take much getting used to.]

Do other members of your 'patrol' wear an identification of some sort? I imagine you all look very different, if this place changes forms so much.