[It's all quite elegant, particularly for the type of beastman she believes Sidon's race to mimic. And, naturally, full of water.
When he mentions that all of it is gone, now, she looks around once more with renewed sobriety and a hard set to her mouth.]
I feel...equally disoriented when I think of my world.
[But it has been gone for so long. Long enough for Alphinaud and Alisaie to have lived a significant portion of the year here instead. Yet it feels like an instant, in her memory. There and then suddenly not.]
Perhaps...somehow...there is a way yet. A way home.
[Practically speaking it is unlikely, but an awful lot of unlikely things have happened to Krile or people she knows directly.]
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When he mentions that all of it is gone, now, she looks around once more with renewed sobriety and a hard set to her mouth.]
I feel...equally disoriented when I think of my world.
[But it has been gone for so long. Long enough for Alphinaud and Alisaie to have lived a significant portion of the year here instead. Yet it feels like an instant, in her memory. There and then suddenly not.]
Perhaps...somehow...there is a way yet. A way home.
[Practically speaking it is unlikely, but an awful lot of unlikely things have happened to Krile or people she knows directly.]