He smiles, fondly, patting her arm.

"That is the greatest promise one can ever have. I am quite certain I can rely on you for that."

He listens, nodding, and then harumphing convincingly.

"Perhaps, but even if we - well, they - abandoned their indolence, they have too much respect for the timeline, or at least fear of punishment..."

He pauses.

"Or perhaps not." He was young...well, younger, once. Some defied the rules.

"But to draw beings here from multiple universes, and put them into one place, without immediate and irreparable damage to the fabric of time and space? That is far beyond even them."

And it is, frankly, worrisome. He's heard rumours of such beings. Stories. Guardians. If this is something on that scale...