[ But then she cuts off, turning a particularly intense gaze on the teen and studying him far more carefully than she had before. He looks... different than she remembers, though in a way that's difficult to explain- a little leaner and fit, maybe, and yet... less emboldened, somehow. Like he's been living in the wilderness of Gran Pulse longer than the mere day she remembers, but still isn't any more clued in than she is regarding what to do with themselves.

So... that's what she has to deal with. Her own lips pressed together and eyes narrowing, she forces herself to push aside her own questions for the moment. When she speaks, it's as even as she can manage, and rapidly growing in determination by the word. ]

Time and magic are both different here. It's already been two months for me, and I'm not a Cie'th yet. There has to be an answer that's not just sitting around and waiting to give in. And if it's there, we will find it.