Dejah nodded a little - mostly just an absent acknowledgement of Elphaba's words. But she recognized it in a way. The tone, the way she spoke...it was familiar. "Did your father send you away?" She asked point blank.

"It is most certainly because of your green skin. They are intolerant creatures. For a time, they were not so angry over dealing with my people, but they eventually slunk back into their old attitudes," perhaps the fact that John Carter had gone missing had contributed to that. He had bridged their worlds in a way.

Dejah did look around, and tilted a brow when she found the large book. Her fingers couldn't help running over it. But the words were not written in any language she'd ever seen. "What is this?" She asked.