[Ah.

Sieglinde listens, eyes somewhat downcast. Asher has always been someone she struggled to communicate with at times, not simply because how he spoke so casually and in modern words, but also because their experiences in life had been... so very different. But even with all that difference, the parts about how he was raised versus how she’d been, how he thought against how she did... ]

I do not think it is stupid.

[They could feel the same things.

Murmured, soft and low, even as she finally retakes her seat. Had she not also wondered what would happen if she returned to her world? Wondered if the forces closing in on her would be too strong to fight, that they would shape her life and there would have been no point to leaving her village at all? Wondered if despite all that had happened she might still be that naive, ignorant little girl, deep down?]

But-

[Tentatively... she reaches out and places a hand on his. Small, pale, marked with chemical burns and cuts here and there.]

You have changed. You can’t not have. Even if other things remain the same in your world, you must not doubt that.