[Sorry, Ferran. She's just like this, sometimes.]

She's been here and then back home before now— twice. The second time is when we met. I went back briefly afterwards, as well, but it didn't last very long.

[She's not sure how long it had been back in her own world. Hours, maybe? Certainly no more than a day, but everything had been so chaotic, it was hard to tell.]

Understandably, she's a little resentful about not being left alone.