Travel between parallel realms is not unheard of, where I am from. But the fact of the matter is that I haven't a choice.

[With that, she removes the tin mask on her face - revealing a gnarly, green scar-like mark covering her left eye and a large portion of the left side of her face.]

Unless your magic users have a cure for undeath, I must return to Drangleic. I will crawl back on my hands and knees, if necessary.

[She says all that as though it means anything to someone from an entirely different world.

Hopefully, though, the main point gets across: That the only cure for her condition is in the place she came from.]